In the silence, I let my mind wander to thoughts of my own wedding day. To a life and future with Chris’ ring on my finger and his heart firmly in my hands. When we were in Antigua, I told him he should ask me to marry him, and he said he would. The fact that he hasn’t yet, makes me wonder if he ever will. When I had that moment of doubt, he assured me he didn’t need it. The ring. The vows. The celebration of our love with the people who held us together when holding each other wasn’t an option. And now I’m wondering if I can live without it.
