Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Fiancé


photo by: Scott Braidman


I enthusiastically encouraged this wedding engagement to quiet my impatient head-shaking grandparents. I pushed and pushed and pushed for the ring to reach my naked knuckle and strangle my finger for two days. I pushed and pushed for the giggling emergency room nurse to slowly saw my finger free. And I pushed for Scott's uncle, the jeweler, to meld the ring back together again.

But now I am too shy to use the word, fiancé. This is my boyfriend. I say.

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