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The Ring

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I remember vividly the first time we met. You were staring at me from across the tables. I noticed you and told myself “heck, what is wrong with this guy, haven’t he seen a woman before?”. Then for some weeks you were away and you were forgotten. Until you came again. I saw you this time. You are someone with whom I could fall for. Then you came again and again. And everytime I saw you, my heart grew fonder. Then, I saw the ring. The ring that noone could have mistakenly understood. I sighed. Life. Nothing like a fairy tale. Today probably the last time I would ever see you. Interestingly, we spent the whole 3 hours together amongst others. I looked at you. And you looked down. I talked to you. And you were silent. Then I made you laugh. And we laughed. Then we noticed the ring. The ring that we understood well what it means. I knew. And you knew. And you knew I knew. We spent 3 hours sitting by side. But it was that 2 seconds when you looked at me and said bye and I looked at you, smiled and said bye that tore a little bit of my heart. Good bye. Sigh. Yes, good bye. Thanks for the moments of silent togetherness.

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Written by vallaura

March 24, 2015 at 1:03 AM

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  1. A ring doesn’t always mean marriage. It could be a symbol, or a reminder.

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    sulkytrout

    June 10, 2015 at 10:03 AM


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