and they were all yellow, love, love, love, all through our bodies

love, love, love, all through our bodies

She can’t stop staring at it. She made the mistake of taking it out of the box, and now it’s sitting on her left hand, and she can’t stop staring.

She bites her lip. Finn really did a wonderful job picking it out. It’s beautiful.

She turns her hand to the side, and the light catches the surface of the ring just right.

A soft gasp escapes her lips.

It’s not like she’s never thought about marrying Finn before. In fact, she’s imagined it all many times: The dress, the flowers, his face as she’s walking down the aisle. But, more importantly, she’s imagined a life, everything she’s ever dreamed, with him. She wants the house, and the cat, and, god, the kids. She just never thought she’d be considering any of this seriously until years down the road.

She bites her lip, glancing down at the ring once more.

Part of her just wants to say yes, but the more practical, responsible part knows she should say no. She loves him, she knows she does, and she wants to marry him someday, but she knows it’s not probable to get engaged in high school.

But, then again, what’s the point in waiting when it’s going to happen anyway?

Her head is swimming, and she literally feels like she’s being pulled in ten directions at once. She takes off the ring, putting it back in the box and clamping the lid shut, setting it down on her bedside table. She rolls over on her side, drawing the covers up around her and squeezing her eyes shut.

Her heart aches. She knows that, above all things, she loves him, loves him, loves him, but, even above all things, is love really enough?