woensdag 9 november 2011

a ring is round and has no end

So he bought me a ring, but it didn't really mean that much. At least that's what he told me, so I started crying and I ran out of the museum. Into the air, into the clear blue sky. I took a deep breath and I stopped crying. Then, he asked me to explain. Can't you just be happy, I bought you a ring?

I wasn't happy at all, since he said that it didn't mean that much. Actually, I am a typical girl. Whining and moaning, oldschool romantic. I told him that he shouldn't give me a ring, if it didn't really mean anything. I told him that he could keep it, and give it to me when he could actually say it meant something. Or never give it to me at all, if it would never mean what I thought it should mean.

He didn't take it back. Instead, he explained to me what it meant to him. It did mean something, he just couldn't put it into words. It meant love, trust and confidence, a sign that we belong together, and above all, it represented what he stands for: stone. It's a ring made of stone, I can't even remember which kind of stone, but one thing is for sure, it's made of pretty strong material.

It's green and brown, grey and white - it reminds me of his eyes, his funny smile and the crazy stories he tells all the time. Most of all, it reminds me of the joy he brings into my daily-life existence, as if nothing is for real and what's real, doesn't count.

I guess I'm in love.

I shouldn't say this out loud, but I am. Truly, madly, deeply in love. Now I only have to make sure that I don't lose it - the ring. Actually, I tend to lose a lot of things. I had better bought a second one, just in case. But I didn't, so I'll do everything I can to take care of this one. Just as I take care of him. Everyday, any day.

We'll do it our way.


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