“An engagement is an agreement or promise to marry, and also refers to the time between proposal and marriage.” – Engagement, Wikipedia
As it turns out, I have been engaged for a while now…and I didn’t even know it.
Now why is that?
For starters, I don’t really have a ring and well, I didn’t get a proposal that was worded to the T (you know, the whole “Will you marry me?” on one bended knee thing). All I got was a very boring and very practical “We’ll get married once I get a job. I promise.” (Come to think of it, I don’t think I would have it any other way.)
Last night, oddly enough after watching the ending of Princess Hours, I wondered about the significance of weddings, the importance of love and rings in today’s world and in my own relationship.
I brought this up with Nil; it was also because Le Lapin had mentioned months earlier that it seemed as if I was almost engaged. When we stripped the whole thing bare of the very commercialized symbols, we realized that in actuality, our verbal promises to each other formed the foundation of an engagement. Of course the conversation was pretty funny, even though it took place around 4am MYT. (Yes, I still have jetlag but Mum thinks I’ll be fine in a day or two.)
“So are we engaged?”
“Mabel, they are just words to me. They mean nothing. In France, people don’t really get engaged. They just…get married. I will marry you…unless you want to break up with me.”
“NOOOOO! I didn’t say that.”
“Dunno. Just thinking.”
“You like to think about weird things la.”
“So are we engaged?”
So there you have it. I’m an engaged woman without a ring. The whole proposal on one knee thing can go to hell because y’know, at the end of the day, being romantic isn’t about all those things. Being romantic is about being there when you need someone the most; trying to cheer someone up even though you don’t know how to (being goofy and all that); and so much more than just song, flowers and chocolates. Things that matter, things that last – those are the things that makes someone a romantic. Nil is romantic enough for me. Besides, I didn’t fall in love with him because of that. Inside that shy and tough exterior of his, lies a warm, affectionate, strong beating heart, a wonderful mind and an equally amazing personality.
Anyway, my parents don’t really know about this yet. Am wondering how to break the news to them. Besides, somehow it hasn’t sunk in yet. All I know is I love it when Nil laughs; it makes me feel warm and at peace even though I feel like killing myself now for having this awful cough.
To Be Loved by Ronan Keating