I think in a way, I’m hard to impress. Because getting down on one knee and showing me a ring won’t make me love you any more or any less.
Put down that ring, hell, don’t even buy it in the first place. If you want to promise me your forever, stand up instead.
stand up and take my hand and let’s go see places. Give me the gift of discovery, of joy, and of life, and only then will I know you’re the one. Use that $10,000 of whatever amount to feed people in another country or donate it to help a troubled youth foundation or use it to pay for our volunteer abroad expenses.
because that tells me “I want to be your husband. I have fed others, given others a chance, I’ve bettered the world even in the slightest way, for you.”
don’t give me that wedding band of lusty gold and bloodied diamonds because there is little thought and little love in it. it’s cosmetic, in my eyes. if i wanted a gold ring to wear, I’d buy one for myself.
i want your courage and good will, and only then would i ever say yes.
I think maybe i never needed anyone after all.
I was happier knowing I was content with myself, but you took that away from me.
It was easier only having to worry about one person, me. You tried “making a home” out of me and I can’t do that for you.
idk about u but im feeling 22