I want to be your friend and your lover,
Your partner and equal,
Nothing less than your equal, never more than your equal;
Your rock when you need, Your bitch when you want,
Your support.
This I choose to do.
If there is a price, I choose to pay.
If the price is pain, I choose to hurt.
If the price is blood, I choose to bleed.
If I must travel, there I choose to go.
If I must be left behind, there I choose to stay.
I choose more. I choose happiness.
I choose to want and be wanted.
I choose to need and be needed.
I choose to love and be loved.
All of this I choose, if you choose me.
RIG, will you marry me?
Your partner and equal,
Nothing less than your equal, never more than your equal;
Your rock when you need, Your bitch when you want,
Your support.
This I choose to do.
If there is a price, I choose to pay.
If the price is pain, I choose to hurt.
If the price is blood, I choose to bleed.
If I must travel, there I choose to go.
If I must be left behind, there I choose to stay.
I choose more. I choose happiness.
I choose to want and be wanted.
I choose to need and be needed.
I choose to love and be loved.
All of this I choose, if you choose me.
RIG, will you marry me?
My heart was pounding and racing; the half-second between my question and her answer seemed to take an hour. Without ever looking away she nodded her head and said, "Yes."
Epic win. She seems to like the ring. It's shiny.
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