Friday, April 13, 2012
Love Letter To My Wedding Ring
From the moment my eyes met your sparkly, sparkly diamonds, it was love. Before you, there were only half-imagined dreams of half-imagined rings; after you, there was only blissful ignorance that any other rings existed. You filled the baguette-shaped hole in my heart I never knew I had.
These days without you have been lonely. Lonely like leaving my favorite sweatshirt at a friend's house; lonely like going to eat the last brownie only to remember I already ate it earlier. My finger feels lost and naked, exposed to the cruel world without your 14 karat embrace. Curse these prenatal knuckles! A pox on these slightly fatter fingers! For they force me to part with my sweet ice, my hard candy, my pavé-set ice rink.
But soon, soon we shall be together again. You, with your gold re-whitened and your rocks polished. Me, with my extremities cured of their water retention. I promise to intend and then forget to take you off before I use lotion, and then I promise take you to the jeweler's to get cleaned bi-annually. Or at least annually. You know how it is.
'Til then, my beloved, know that I am feeling uncomfortable without you, and like I'm always forgetting something when leaving rooms.
With undying love and affection,