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I have this diamond ring.
It's a ring my grandma bought for me at an antique store, several years ago.
I often wonder about who the ring belonged to before it became mine.

It's a modest, simple ring.
I like to imagine a young man, just-graduated-high-school, bought the ring for his high school Sweetheart.
I imagine a humble proposal, outside, in nature.
He gets down on one knee, takes her hand in his, and asks her to be his forever.

She says yes.
A thousand times, yes.