The rings you gave me

I still have the rings you gave me. Objectively, they’re not ageing well. It’s obvious they were cheap, the silver paint is rubbing off from wearing them too much, and they’re slightly big, but I love them anyway. Yes, the designs are beautiful, but that’s not the only reason I love them.

I know we haven’t had a proper conversation in months. It should be hard to care so much about someone you don’t talk to, right? But even when we didn’t talk, just your smile from across the room was enough to make me feel better.

I don’t know when we’ll next see each other. I don’t have your number, and I doubt we’d talk anyway. Still, when you hugged me on the last day, it felt like goodbye.

I don’t want it to be goodbye. I know I’ll see you again. Until then, I’ll keep wearing the rings you gave me, even when nothing of their beauty remains.