“Oh yeah, and why’s that?” I asked, watching him twirl a small black box over his chest.
“Because I’ve got a ring,”
“You mean like over the phone?” I asked, being cute. He smiled and opened the velvet wonder so only he could see the contents. He teasingly turned it ever so slightly, knowing the glare of the web cam wouldn’t be able to show much detail. “Better watch it buddy,” I said, turning back to my homework.
“I think you’d better watch it. You’d better be on your guard 24/7. Got a ring, but what kind? Wedding? Engagement? Promise? Or maybe just an ‘I like you lots ring’?”
“Well can’t be a wedding ring because we’re not engaged. It can’t be an engagement ring because you haven’t met my mother yet,” I said, starting down the list. I also already knew that he wouldn’t tell me about an engagement ring. I knew right when he was going to propose though, at least I knew how I wanted him to do it. And I have a pretty good way of knowing these things.
“Ah, your Mum will love me – oops – I mean Mom.” This is how our conversations went. We always talked about the future. It was Alex’s favorite topic, and I loved how he was so passionate about it – about me. How sensual he could be, how sensual he promised to be. He always spoke of me, and I felt bad that my own mother hasn’t taken the interest that his Mum has taken to me. His mum promises to be my best friend and go shopping and has even said that she can’t wait til I’m her daughter in-law. And that thrilled Alex. It worried me. Alex’s mum was an attorney for women who were trying to escape abusive relationships so naturally she could easily tell when someone had a good soul. And she said I was the best thing to happen to Alex, which he agreed with. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you, I feel myself being pulled to you, pulled thousands of miles just so our souls can be one, like they were always meant to be.”
He called us soul mates. It was alarming how fast it all was moving. I loved him more than anything. I respected his family and couldn’t wait to meet them. I’ve gone as far as to prepare myself to leave America behind, so that he wouldn’t have to sacrifice his great family and full time job. I’d be willing to start all over – maybe that’s what was best for me anyways. No one loves Bay City like I do. But there are so many ghosts that haunt me here as well. I’d have to leave everything behind. My friends, my family, I’d have no car, or driver’s license, no job, or immediate family. I would be going from an independent adult to basically a child again. It was a lot to ponder. But something I’d be willing to do for love.
It was like I was telling my English instructor, “…but I love him. And better me than him.”
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