"That's so good to hear," Willem said, smiling through his animal-white teeth and trimmed beard. "I finally have the will to live now that I've found you. I feel like you've given me another chance at life and love. And for that I think you." He then reached into his coat pocket and grasped a separate ring that he considered slipping onto her fingers for a long time.
Now finally was the time. Gripping it with determination between his thumb and index finger, he took a deep breath and held her hand up gently. It was then that he slowly drifted it forward, every second of the moment seeming an eternity before the silver band, which looked to be the right size by some amazing stroke of luck, was placed onto her ring finger.
When it slipped completely on, he released the breath. Willem had treated her hand as if it were a delicate candle and that one simple sigh could ruin the beauty of the moment. He was about to be married for a second time and, with hope, the last. He held her once more, pressing his mustached lips against hers for the passion of a few seconds. He released her and smiled. "When do want to set the date?" he asked with a grin that stretched from one jutting ear to the next.