Bab 840: A Silver Bond, Part 2

So simple and yet so daunting. 

This scene, this moment, and this ring between my fingers. It was seriously amazing how one little thing, one little action, can look and feel so big. I must have played this scenario out in my head a million times before I even pulled the ring out of my pocket. 

There, everything was so suave, so smooth, my imaginary counterpart was so seamless. Here, in the real world, however, there was a lot more downtime, a lot more tense silence filling each wasted second that that lucky bastard didn't have to bother with at all. 

That's what I get for thinking too much then, as well as for thinking too much now. 

Moral of the story: just stop thinking, and be like that other me… hurry up and put a ring on it already. 

"Not proposing yet, in case you're getting any weird ideas," I muttered, slowly and carefully guiding the silver band through the tip of her ring finger. "This is just… well… you know what this is already…"