There's a bit of an interesting story behind my engagement ring. Kyle and I have been together for seven years. We started dating when I was 16 and he was 15, my sophomore and his freshman year of high school. Neither of us had ever dated before. Initially, we only dated for three months. I broke up with him (over email- sorry honey!) the summer after that school year because I didn't think he was mature enough (at 16, I was simply rife with maturity). However, when the new school year started, I realized that I still "liked" him. So after three months of dating followed by three months of not dating, we started dating again! Though we have had two near break-ups twice since then, we eventually both matured enough to realize that we did indeed love each other tremendously and possibly even wanted to spend out lives together. This was a difficult realization for both of us, being so young and never having dated anyone else. Not long after we started college and transitioned into a long-distance relationship, Kyle began looking into joining the Navy. The program he wanted to do was located in Charleston, SC. We were currently only about 90 minutes apart in Florida, and the prospect of being 8 hours apart was to much for both of us. I told him that I would move for him IF there was a good nursing school near his progam. We were both 19 at this point, and I was terrified to commit to moving away from everyone and everything important to me for my high school sweetheart- and we weren't engaged!
So we started casually looking for an engagment ring. I found a good nursing school in Charleston. Plans began to brew.
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