As I stood here starring at my hand, analysing every finger, wondering what is missing. I couldn’t help but wonder, why my fingers seem so bare. Then it hit me. My ring finger was now empty. The finger that used to hold one of the most valuable possessions I ever owned. Not for the value it held in price, but the value it had in my heart.
It wasn’t just a decorative piece to make my hands feel pretty. It was a symbol of a love that I deeply held close to me with someone I thought would hold it forever. But how can something so small, hold such power over our lives? It’s just a ring isn’t it? But it’s not. It’s deeper than that. The moment I took that ring off, I felt empty. Something felt missing. I already felt that in my heart, but now it wasn’t just deep inside me anymore, it was for the world to see. For people to know.
And I wasn’t ready for that. But I couldn’t hold on to it forever. What good would it do to wear a ring that held so much power over me, a ring that let everyone know I was one half of a whole. A ring that told strangers I was taken.
But when I did take my ring off, what I learned was this; whether I wear that ring or not, it doesn’t define me. It doesn’t define the love that i have or had or shared with that other person. What signifies that is the piece of my heart that will always belong to him. And that can never be removed.
– Aida M
That Brunette Girl 