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The weight of the ring in my pocket is heavy while we sit in the outdoor dining area waiting for food. I'm still waiting for the right time to give it to Raya, and who knows when that's going to be now? Clearly not tonight.
But carrying it around with me has become a habit. I'm almost afraid that if I leave it somewhere, I'll lose it at this point. Its weight has become a sense of security: the guarantee that Raya is going to have it on her finger very soon. That she is going to be my wife.
