Thursday, July 16, 2009
I found the perfect ring.
And I got it.
I never cared much about getting a ring initially.
Because I already have the other blings that fiance's giving me, which already cost him a bomb.
But...my Mom insisted for me to get a ring.
Tried to argue. Lost.
So, me and Fiance set to go and find the ring.
The perfect ring was not the one we initially booked.
Initially, I chose one that definitely will Wow anyone's eyes.
Mine too, when I chose it.
It's valuable, with big stones and very glittery.
But at the 2nd visit (supposedly to pick up the said ring), my eyes caught a jewel.
I have been eyeing that design for so long actually, but just didn't get it.
It's so much cheaper than the initial ring but definitely of same value.
So this time, I told Fiance.
I want that ring.
And so, we changed.
Did some changes to it too.
And when it's time for me to take the ring back, I just fell in love with it.
It made me smile.
It made me fall in love with it.
It gave me a feeling that the initial one has not given me before.
Most, I don't feel an ounce of regret picking it.
I have the perfect ring for my wedding.