Rent

This is the ring that was given to me by my first love. After we'd been dating for a year and a half, he secretly began picking up odd jobs to be able to pay for a beautiful ring for me. We were together for two years after that, and it was a wonderful time in this short life of mine.

For reasons known only by my subconscious, it's been sitting, hidden beneath the contents of my top drawer for three years now.


Rent is due in a few days, and I am in a bit of a financial bind. I've had the ring appraised a few times, but haven't sold it.

But, tomorrow, the ring will be put in some glass case among the sparkling beacons of relationships lost. Each with their romantic tales of The Moment, each with their stories of how those diamonds broke someone's heart.

And mine, with it's tale of a beautiful love that just wasn't meant for forever.