Impulse Buy

It was just a ring. That just happened to be referred to repeatedly as an engagement ring.

He liked to tell himself that it was just an impulse thing - he’d done these kinds of things before. Messed around on Amazon and EBay and ended up with a living room full of singing pickles and glow in the dark flash lights. This could just be one of them.

But when he saw her, he’d catch himself in the process of reaching for it. And thinking about it. The perfect proposal which would lead to the perfect wedding and then the perfect marriage and the perfect family.

Maybe that would make everything that had happened before her almost seem like it had meant something.

It was in the moment when he got down on one knee, at the party, hand already wrapped around the small box he’d made a habit of bringing with him everywhere, that he thought to himself that…

Maybe it wasn’t so impulsive.