Embrace

I clearly remember that on my 26th birthday, the weather was very nice and I was in a very good mood. He did not give me a cookie-cutter candlelight dinner, but a ring, a platinum wedding ring. He chose the gay bar where we met, and put a ring on my finger in front of the bar where we first talked, with everyone watching. He kissed my hand like a princess and asked me in an extremely gentle voice, "Will you marry me?" I looked at the ring on my hand and laughed, "Don't you need to swear?" He held my hand tightly, held me in his arms in front of everyone, and whispered in my ear, "No, no need." My arms he held were shaking a little, and I wondered if his heart was beating as fast as mine. The background sounds were very noisy, including applause, boos, ridicule, and blessings. I felt proud of myself like a darling standing in the spotlight. That was the second time I put on a ring. Before the faint mark on the ring finger of my left hand disappeared, I willingly added a new imprint to it. Conception: