He didn't just give me a ring. He made one, just for me. It still hits me in the strangest ways. The thought that he didn't just hand me a ring one day. He sat with his own hands, his own time, his own quiet wanting... and made one for me. Like he took whatever he was feeling and shaped it into something...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
