Somewhere in California, there is a ring
Mar. 27th, 2005 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
forsythIt is a plain, unadorned silver ring. I haven't seen it in well over a year, I have no idea where it is, though I know where it was.
I had been searching for a simple silver ring for myself for a good while. And I found it in this little shop on the way to Yosemitie, it fit me perfectly. So I bought it. Then the person I was out visiting at the time gave me a ring, to remember her by, so we traded, and I gave her that one. And there it stayed, though it was too big for any of her fingers but her thumb. The one she gave me was really much more valuable, but it wasn't the value that was important, it was the symbol. Not of anything legal, or official, but of emotions.
Things happened, the kind you try not to think about and don't usually want to talk about except with maybe a few select people, or much later on, and in the end, things ended, not on the best of notes. I sent her back her ring, because she asked, but didn't ask for any of my stuff back, including the ring. I didn't want it, or to look at it, and without the emotions attached, they were just things, and reminded me of emotions I felt best buried then. So as far as I know, the ring still resides somewhere in California.
And I haven't worn a ring since.
Tags: Me, Mindscribbles
I had been searching for a simple silver ring for myself for a good while. And I found it in this little shop on the way to Yosemitie, it fit me perfectly. So I bought it. Then the person I was out visiting at the time gave me a ring, to remember her by, so we traded, and I gave her that one. And there it stayed, though it was too big for any of her fingers but her thumb. The one she gave me was really much more valuable, but it wasn't the value that was important, it was the symbol. Not of anything legal, or official, but of emotions.
Things happened, the kind you try not to think about and don't usually want to talk about except with maybe a few select people, or much later on, and in the end, things ended, not on the best of notes. I sent her back her ring, because she asked, but didn't ask for any of my stuff back, including the ring. I didn't want it, or to look at it, and without the emotions attached, they were just things, and reminded me of emotions I felt best buried then. So as far as I know, the ring still resides somewhere in California.
And I haven't worn a ring since.
Tags: Me, Mindscribbles
