Gotta love the mall.

It felt so good today to take an afternoon off and go shopping with L. I did have one mission--find cute shorts--definitely fulfilled.

The other, secondary mission (mostly at L.'s prodding)?--look at glittery pretty things. Namely, rings.

I’ve never been a casual dater; A. and I have been together for two years, mostly medium-distance with breaks spent living in the same town. He’s graduating Friday (I follow a year and a half later), so the question is starting to come up: where do we go next? Our answers have been pretty complimentary, though we’re still some time away from the final decision.

I have been told to start looking around for an appropriate bauble, though! :D With L.’s encouragement, that’s exactly what we did. I’m not really looking for a new diamond, too much talk about the de beers cartel and conflict gems and overinflated price anyway, but this was the first time I was actually able to see what things looked like on my finger.

Exhilarating. A deep-stomach shiver of “ohgoshthisisn’tplayinganymore”. Quick flashes of things that could be—of things that, to all appearances, will be. I’m still a little shaky from excitement.

(the glitter was beautiful, too. if pricey.)