“I do” rings
The best thing about not being obsessed with a cheesy fairytale is that you can never be disappointed by the ring your fiance offers you. Doesn’t matter the rock, doesn’t matter the metal, doesn’t matter the proposal. Really, it doesn’t. I don’t care if someone proposes, I just want these fucking rings (hint for the 1st of March). Oh crap, I’ll just buy it myself, nevermind.