The ring

It wasn’t until recently that you caught my eye. I went from just seeing you to longing to see you every day. It just so happened that, on the day I wore my ring, you finally talked to me. So, without fail, for the past two weeks I’ve always worn my ring and without fail, you’ve talked to me. Now, I never leave home without it. I’m afraid of what will happen if I do. Will it die? I don’t want to risk it and find out. I want to feel the jumps my heart makes, to see in technicolor, to just be on a high when I see you and you see me and our eyes meet and you come closer and talk to me. It’s a good luck charm, I’m sure of it. It’s odd, because it didn’t start out as one. The ring - it was a promise. It was a promise to remember it all. And I do, whenever I see it or think about it. But now it's a promise to something else. It’s a promise about you and seeing you and just being there in my happiest moments of the day. I know there are rules to rings, but there’s no way you need a ring for everything. My ring is not just a promise-to-remember ring, it’s also now a happiness ring.

Now whenever I fidget with it, not only do I remember it all, but I also see you - and my heart jumps and for a second there, I see in technicolor, and in my mind I see us, and I see you, and you see me, and our eyes meet and you come closer and talk to me.