She knew the gesture was impetuous, heady. She’d doubted all along that this, her first relationship, was true love; that this tall, lanky fifteen-year-old blonde was her be all and end all. She hadn’t thought he’d really do it, figured it was the beer talking that night in the rain, and yet the fact that he’d chosen a ring especially for her meant more than she’d expected. Years later she would recognize that moment in her life as the one where she began to realize that after a long time of believing otherwise, she was worthy of being loved.
-Mamatulip, www.mamatulip.com