7 Months Time

In a small clay box in my room there is a ring. A small ring with a tiny diamond in between two ribbons of gold. It is tasteful and pretty and expensive, and a symbol of something I never ever want. One beautiful ring gathering dust inside an ugly dark grey container. A reminder of what happens when two people fall for each other, too soon, too fast, too much. A symbol of a lost touch with reality, when people lose a part of themselves, or give too much away. This is what happens when people make promises they can't keep. A broken promise and a ring. Left with nothing but a ring which is tainted with heartbreak, tears, confusion, anger, depression, lies, drugs, pain, hate, and numbness. The ring is not mine. It has absolutely nothing to do with me. The question is: How long until that ring becomes just a ring again? 1 month? 1 year? When does it change from a symbol of bitterness to a symbol of beauty? A memory of what was. a reminder of what went wrong and a hope for what will be again. Then and only then will I return the ring that was entrusted to me. I am waiting, and so is she.