Jewelry

Robert, You are absolutely right, the ring is a mere symbol of a couples lasting love for each other, nothing more. That is why I am happy being "unofficially engaged." I know your love for me isn't measured by what's on my finger. I love you wether or not something is there. As far as I am concerned we could forgo the engagement ring and settle on a simple gold band. That is why I was picky at the jewelry stores. I couldn't stand to wear something gaudy. Now granted it is a sentimental piece of jewelry and that is one of the two reasons I would wear it (the other would be because you gave it to me). If you noticed, the extent of ornaments I wear are necklaces. I used to wear a pear of pearl (fake, of course) earrings, but then I lost one. Occasionally I might wear a pair of my "funky" ones, but that is if I think about it. The important thing is that I am dressed. My mother was going to get her engagement and wedding band resized and melded together (my dad still has his one) but when our house burned down we had looters come and take them. This saddened my mother a great deal, not because they were worth a lot (I don't have a clue as to if they were or not) but because they had a lot of sentimental value. I love you and what ever ring you choose I will cherish for the rest of my life, (even if it came out of a cracker jack box, and I am not joking. I love you and I will love what you pick). As to my being jealous, that isn't something to discuss at this time and location. You can't ask me to not be jealous, I probably always will be, less with time though. It doesn't really matter now. What matters is that I love you and that you love me and I know that you love me. You told me so and I trust anything you tell me (with the exception of you leaking information on purpose to lead me astray, I have a hard time believing that one). I will love you always and my love will never fade nor die. It is constant and it is for you. You talked of girls waiting for missionaries and not marrying them. My opinion on this is that it was never really right, that's why they usually found someone else, and if they didn't find someone else they still discover that their feelings for each other had changed. The only missionary I waited for was back two months after I started waiting for him. I found that I wasn't in love with him, that I was only in love with the letters that he would write me. It is easy to talk with others when you miss someone you love. It helps ease the pain. I find though that the subject I talk most of is you. There is no possible way on earth I could lose memory of you. Even if we had to write on snail mail (although our phone bills would be even worse off). It wouldn't happen in three months, it wouldn't happen in three YEARS because I love you and ONLY you. No one else. No one else is as important to me as you are. You always will be my number one guy. You should be confident that you will never lose me for I am "genuinely constant." I love you. I am going to start my next letter now because your next few letters tak about the ring and I have a lot of info for you on that. I love you and always will. I will always be here for you and I know that I am getting the same in return, that is what makes this "true" love. I will hear from you again soon, but until then I love you. I love you. I love you. I can't say it enough. I love you. I love you. I love you I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. . . . . . Love always, Wanda