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II Mio Cuore Sterling Ring

II Mio Cuore Sterling Ring
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  1. My husband is Puerto Rican and Italian
    I cannot wait for these rings to arrive. We have been together for a little over 5 years now and we have two young sons. I am making the ultimate commitment with my husband to be--forever--Miguel. (I call him Junior). He is Puerto Rican and Italian; he speaks fluently in Spanish, Italian and English. I feel that this ring is the ultimate message that speaks from my heart and describes our love for each other so well. I have been searching for the perfect ring now for 6 months. I always keep coming back to this set of rings for us. I can't see purchasing any other rings for us. The best part of it all, these are going to go towards a fight that I hope one day we can legally be married. Either way though--we will always be married in our hearts, souls and in our Gods' eyes. Thank you HRC for the rings--I can't wait for the arrival. :) <3 to all--and I hope all finds the love they deserve--as I have.

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  2. Tears of Happiness
    I got this for my boyfriend of five years and he cried when I told him the translation. We both have a ring and we wear it all the time. It's a reminder to both of us of just how much we love each other, despite any troubled waters we might encounter.

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  3. wonderful
    I'm so happy with this ring! I ordered them for my 4 year anniversary with my girlfriend. I was surprised at how quickly they arrived at my home. They look wonderful! Thank you so much HRC.

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  4. I talked to her once and haven't stopped since
    Back in January of 2008, I was frustrating with dating! I didn't want to date at all anymore because all the women were crazy, immature, confused and below my standards. I decided from then on I was just going to openly gave fun with no commitment or girlfriend title etc.... I was hanging out with about 3 women at the same time, yes they were all aware, and then I called a woman named Joanne. I was told I should hire her to host my lgbt college ALI group's dragball. I was floored when she answered the phone!

    Her voice took my breath away and her humor captivated me and her intelligence was soooooo sexy that I knew I was in love! I knew I had found the woman that I had dreamed of! After our phone conversation, I contacted all the other women and told them it was over! From then on I dedicated all my energy into making Joanne mine! She is older than me by 15 years but she was my dream woman in every way! A few weeks later, we sealed the deal and 6 months later we were in ptown in Massachusetts at the HRC store when I saw this ring. Jo and I each got one and have worn them ever since. I told her then we were going to be married one day and now we are looking at another kind of ring ;) I wear my ring proudly and on the rare occasion I have to take it off briefly, I always feel like apart of me is missing! I love you Jo and after 5 years you are still the only one that has been able to keep my attention ;) forever and always!

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  5. The Perfect Engagement Band
    I wanted matching engagement bands to propose to my boyfriend. I got my mom in on the hunt as well. When we saw this ring, we knew it was the one.

    I took my boyfriend to where we first met. On a bridge over a gurgling creek, I told him to close his eyes. He speaks Italian, so I asked him what the phrase meant. Then he opened his eyes to behold me genuflecting with the two rings in a beautiful red box. That day he became my fiance.

    We love our rings, and I'm glad that the proceeds go toward the fight for marriage equality.

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  6. All my love
    Joey and I met in 3rd grade. We played soccer and other games with our classmates. At 12 and 13, we found each other inseparable. We were at that point both freshmen in an all-girls' school. We said then, "we fit to a T". We didn't label us "us", at the time we had no name for it. We didn't know about being lesbians.

    We spent long hours together talking and making out as our love for each other grew more and more. We were each others first kiss and first everything.

    When we were around 15 years old (we were born six months apart), Joey proposed marriage to me. I asked her, "How can we get married, we're both girls?". Living in a small town in Asia, we knew no gay or lesbian couples. Joey replied, "I'm going to ask your dad for your hand in marriage.". We, then, had our private "wedding" each making our own vows to love each other for the rest of our lives. "My heart is yours forever," we each uttered in our own teenager words. Since then, we felt we were blessed by the gods. We felt we were married.

    We wrote each other love letters everyday when we would part to go home after school. We exchanged them several times a day in between classes as well.

    Needless to say, a Catholic school was not the best place for us to nurture our love and our identities. One of those love letters ended up in the vice principal's hand who separated us with a threat that we will not graduate the year after if we went on with our relationship, we were then in our junior year. She even convinced us that it was a phase in our lives that we will out-grow.

    It was a tragic separation. It was painful to see Joey go off and have other friends. She said that if we hang out with others that we'll be able to disguise our relationship until we graduate. I couln't understand then what she meant. I wanted to fight for our love. I remember being depressed for weeks, losing my drive to strive for valedictorian. We ended up separating the rest of high school. Separately, we each burnt all our hundreds of love letters and diaries we exchanged. They reminded us of a very painful past that had no place at that time.

    Joey went to medical school and I went to take up Music. We both married and had children, I had a boy, she--2 girls. I grew up to be a passionate woman which I found expressing only at work as a middle school teacher.

    Fate would have us meet after 20 years of no communication. I had since then burried my "high-school" love affair even to myself. It was a memory I wasn't so proud of having been raised Catholic.

    We were each half way around the globe in 2005 when I was visited at my home by his brother through a common friend. Although I got Joey's number from him, it took me a week to muster my gutts to call her after 20 years. After all, I wasn't sure if my memory was right or if she will admit to ever being intimate with me in high school. The first phone call lasted more than 10 hours amidst a 12-hour time difference and a phone bill that would cost hundreds of dollars.

    I learned she had separated, that she had been a battered wife. I was, myself, losing my identity in a marriage with no passion, one I couldn't see myself being in as I get older.

    A few days after our first conversation, Joey emailed me and closed the email with "all my love" although we were both in a relationship. As I learned later, she was then in a relationship with another woman that was nearing its end.

    After several conversations, Joey came out to me--I was shocked, but not surprised. I coun't wrap myself around this information. It took me a while to process it. One morning to me, night to her, I called her. I needed validation. Although I was unsure how I would take it if it came. I never considered myself gay. Without saying hello, i said, "I just have one question, was I your girlfriend in HS?" I had to hear it from her so that things will make sense to me. Giddy, she said, "Uhum.". Immediately, I hang up. I wouldn't know what to say or how I would take what else she would say if she had anything else to say. Despite the warm reassuring feeling and the excitement I had as this information was revealed to me, things didn't make sense. How can I be gay, I am married to a man? I was clueless, I was ecstatic, I was very very confused, but one part of me felt "home".

    It took me a year to process all the information, to make sense of things, to finally put some clarity to my head. Thanks to an Oprah show, "Living Two Lives" and her saying, "If you are lying on your bed at two in the morning, wondering if your're gay, you probably are!" A veil was lifted. Things finally made sense. A big Aha-moment and a lot of "now I know why's...." That day was the day I came out to myself.

    Two days after, on my 40th birthday, days after i declared that that year my birthday theme will be TRUTH, I came out to Joey, two months after, I came out to my then husband, we separated and divorced. 3 years later, Joey and the girls moved in with me and my son from half-way around the globe. We have been living together for 2 year now.

    Last year, on our 5th year annivesary from our first phone call after 20 years, we bought us our rings, and we've worn them ever since. We're waiting for our state to recognize our love is as valid for marriage.

    This time, 25 years after our first kiss, after two decades of no communication burying even our own identities to "fit" ourselves to our societies and to adult and religious expectations, two ended heterosexual marriages, three kids, being apart thousands of miles, literally living half way around the globe, thriving in a long-distance love affair for three years, flying 24 hour trips back and forth to the US and Asia every three to six months, we can say, "Il Mio Cuore".

    Thanks to HRC that we support, our lifelong dream of marriage will soon be a reality.

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  7. All my love
    Joey and I met in 3rd grade. We played soccer and other games with our classmates. At 12 and 13, we found each other inseparable. We were at that point both freshmen in an all-girls' high school. We said then, "we fit to a T". We didn't label us "us". At the time we had no name for it. We didn't know about being lesbians.

    We spent long hours together talking and making out as our love for each other grew more and more. We were each others' first kiss and first everything.

    When we were around 15 years old (we were born six months apart), Joey proposed marriage to me. I asked her, "How can we get married, we're both girls?". Living in a small town in Asia, we knew no gay or lesbian couples. Joey replied, "I'm going to ask your dad for your hand in marriage.". We, then, had our private "wedding" each making our own vows to love each other for the rest of our lives. "My heart is yours forever," we each uttered in our own teenager words. Since then, we felt we were blessed by the gods. We felt we were married.

    We wrote each other love letters everyday when we would part to go home after school. We exchanged them several times a day in between classes as well.

    Needless to say, a Catholic school was not the best place for us to nurture our love and our identities. One of those love letters ended up in the vice principal's hand who separated us with a threat that we will not graduate the year after if we went on with our relationship, we were then in our junior year. She even convinced us that it was a phase in our lives that we will outgrow.

    It was a tragic separation. It was painful to see Joey go off and have other friends. She said that if we hang out with others that we'll be able to disguise our relationship until we graduate. I couln't understand then what she meant. I wanted to fight for our love. I remember being depressed for weeks, losing my drive to strive for valedictorian. We ended up separating the rest of high school. Separately, we each burnt all our hundreds of love letters and diaries we exchanged. They reminded us of a very painful past that had no place at that time.

    Joey went to medical school and I went to take up Music. We both married and had children, I had a boy, she--2 girls. I grew up to be a passionate woman which I found expressing only at work as a middle school teacher.

    Fate would have us meet after 20 years of no communication. I had since then burried my "high-school" love affair even to myself. It was a memory I wasn't so proud of having been raised Catholic.

    We were each half way around the globe in 2005 when I was visited at my home by his brother through a common friend. Although I got Joey's number from him, it took me a week to muster my gutts to call her after 20 years. After all, I wasn't sure if my memory was right or if she will admit to ever being intimate with me in high school. The first phone call lasted more than 10 hours amidst a 12-hour time difference and a phone bill that would cost hundreds of dollars.

    I learned she had separated, that she had been a battered wife. I was, myself, losing my identity in a marriage with no passion, one I couldn't see myself being in as I get older.

    A few days after our first conversation, Joey emailed me and closed the email with "all my love" although we were both in a relationship. As I learned later, she was then in a relationship with another woman that was nearing its end.

    After several conversations, Joey came out to me--I was shocked, but not surprised. I coun't wrap myself around this information. It took me a while to process it. One morning to me, night to her, I called her. I needed validation. Although I was unsure how I would take it if it came. I never considered myself gay. Without saying hello, i said, "I just have one question, was I your girlfriend in HS?" I had to hear it from her so that things will make sense to me. Giddy, she said, "Uhum.". Immediately, I hang up. I wouldn't know what to say or how I would take what else she would say if she had anything else to say. Despite the warm reassuring feeling and the excitement I had as this information was revealed to me, things didn't make sense. How can I be gay, I was married to a man for 12 years? I was clueless, I was ecstatic, I was very very confused, but one part of me felt "home".

    It took me a year to process all the information, to make sense of things, to finally put some clarity to my head. Thanks to an Oprah show, "Living Two Lives" and her saying, "If you are lying in bed at two in the morning, wondering if your're gay, you probably are!" A veil was lifted. Things finally made sense. A BIG Aha-moment and a lot of "now I know why's...." That day was the day I came out to myself.

    Two days after, on my 40th birthday, days after i declared that that year my birthday theme will be TRUTH, I came out to Joey, two months after, I came out to my then husband, we separated and divorced a few months more. 3 years later, Joey and the girls moved in with me and my son from half-way around the globe. We have been living together for 2 year now.

    Last year, on our 5th year annivesary from our first phone call after 20 years, we bought us our rings, and we've worn them ever since. We're waiting for our state to recognize our love is valid for marriage.

    This time, 25 years after our first kiss, after two decades of no communication burying even our own identities to "fit" ourselves to our societies and to adult and religious expectations, two ended heterosexual marriages, three kids, being apart thousands of miles, literally living half way around the globe, thriving in a long-distance love affair for three years, flying 24 hour trips back and forth to the US and Asia every three to six months, we can say, "Il Mio Cuore".

    Thanks to HRC that we support, our lifelong dream of marriage will soon be a reality.

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  8. We chose this ring to be our Promise Ring to each other.
    Patrick and I had been dating, and I thought it'd be nice to have promise rings. Now, we always look at the rings and think of each other. He lives 4 hours away, but we are connected, and it's as if a piece of him is with me, through this ring.

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  9. 2000 Miles apart
    My girlfriend and I each have one. She and I live 2000 miles apart but those rings keep us connected constantly. We say those words to each other all the time.

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  10. anniversary
    I had read Dorothy's story about her late husband when I was buying this ring, so I told my girlfriend about the story when I gave her the ring for our anniversary. I tried to read Dorothy's story aloud to her, but couldn't make it through because I started crying. It was moving not only to hear about one couple's love and loss, but somehow it meant more to me coming from a straight perspective, because in her story, she made it so clear that she knows our love is no different from hers.

    Love is love. I wish there were more people who understood that -- but despite them, I love my girlfriend and am proud of our lives together.

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