Page 136 of Bourbon Bliss
“What’s wrong?”
“This means the girls are going to want us to have a wedding.”
He laughed. “What’s wrong with a wedding?”
“A wedding means a fancy dress, and guests, and flowers, and decorations. My sister is going to get very worked up over this.”
“Should we just take a trip to Vegas?”
I tilted my head to the side, considering. “That is a tempting suggestion.”
“How about we take this one step at a time,” he said.
“Like baseball again?”
“Little bit,” he said. “First, I’ll give you a ring. Then we’ll announce our news to our families. After that… maybe we just see what happens. The important thing to me isn’t how we get married, just that we do.”
I nodded. “That, I can do.”
“Speaking of the ring.” He reached for his pants, sitting on the side of the pool, and pulled a small ring box out of the pocket. He opened it slowly.
“Oh, George.”
It was a silver band with two wavy lines engraved around the outside. In the space where each wave met, there was a small stone embedded in the band. It was simple, yet profoundly beautiful.
“They’re sinusoidal waves,” he said.
“Oh George,” I breathed. “Sine waves keep their shape even when another wave of the same frequency is added to them.”
“Exactly.” He took the ring and gently slipped it onto my finger. “It symbolizes eternity, of course. But also two things coming together and still retaining who they are.”
“Like us.” I held out my hand to admire the ring. It shone in the sunlight. “And it’s math.”
“It’s math in ring form,” he said with a smile.
“You understand me so well.”
He touched my face again and kissed me softly. My whole body tingled with happiness and love. The weight of the ring felt good on my finger. It felt right. Like it had always been meant to be there.
I still didn’t understand most people. Not in general. And maybe I never would. But George understood me, and that was much more important.
What we had together made sense. I’d found a person who appreciated me for who I was. I loved and respected him in return. It was like my parents, or my sister and Bowie. George and I made each other better. We made each other happy. We supported each other when things were tough, and gave each other space to be ourselves. He’d never wanted to change me. He accepted me for who I was, quirks and all. And I loved him for the good man he was.
We’d found love. True love. And there wasn’t a force in the universe that was bigger, or better, than that.
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