Right now there’s a 1/3 of a carat, round cut, diamond solitaire engagement ring hidden in a box, on a dark shelf, that no one can see. The ring started as a sparkly symbol of the love between a man and a woman whose intentions to build a future together were the only thing shinier. A year later, as the ring began to slide off her long finger, it became a trophy of the weight lost to look fabulous in the wedding dress that still hangs in its plastic tomb, never to be worn by the intended party. Time began to fade the sparkle of the ring and to dim the visions of the future. Now, the sparkling symbol of love between a man and a woman is buried alongside a few shining memories. A reminder of a love that once existed between a man, and a woman who didn’t know what love was until she began to love herself. All because of that sparkling symbol of love and the future.
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