I don’t care about marriage. Like… at all. And, correct me if I’ve completely misunderstood you over the last ten years, but you don’t give a crap about getting married either.” “I mean, I’d do it if that was what you wanted,” I say. “Right. Well, I don’t.” “Then what’s with the ring?” “It’ll remind you of me when I’m not around?” he says, not looking that sure himself. “Uh-huh. Why do you think I need the reminder all of a sudden?” He chews on it for the longest time before he says, “It’ll also remind other assholes that you’re taken.”
