Walking hand in hand down the Sienne, the louver, a romantic street, couples everywhere. Head on the shoulder, carrying each other’s weight. A promise of forever whispered sweetly. You join your hands, tightly bound to each other and bring it close between you, your matching rings, the perfect complement or contrast to each other glinting in the light that reflects upon it. You look at your hands, you smile and your heart swells at the sight of those rings. It’s perfect. The perfect symbol, the perfect promise. A heartbeat that both of you share. Always and Forever.
