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Are we really engaged? Like, we just got back from Costa Rica, and we’re still engaged. It’s not a dream but an actual real thing, in reality, and I can’t stop staring at this ring. It already feels like it’s a part of me. I know it sounds lame af, but I feel sad when I have to take it off, even for just a few minutes to wash dishes or clean something, and I’m kind of embarrassed at how easily I’m fitting into this hetero stereotype rn. Like, shoot me. But don’t. But honestly.