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I'm a simple man. I don't wear jewelry or have outfits or generally care about what I'm wearing. I've got nobody to impress, and no reason to try to do so. I've always been ugly, and no coat of paint or window dressing is going to fix that. I work from home, like a privileged ass that I am, so I spend most days in sweats and t-shirts. I only really put on real pants to go drive in to town a couple of times a week for provisions or appointments.
But whenever I do, and I'm going through my checklist of things I don't want to forget, I never fail to slip on my ring. Its a plain, simple, thick, heavy band, made of tungsten carbide and ordered from an online seller back when that was something reasonable to do. It raps against counter tops while I wait in a store, or against the side of the car when a particularly good song comes on. It gleams in the sunlight, soaks up the cold, and always makes me a little nervous any time I'm working on the car or washing dishes. Engraved on the inside is a single word: "Forever"
This heavy tungsten band is a weight on my left hand, but its one that I'm joyful to bear. It signifies devotion, fidelity, and dedication. It reminds me of the bad times, and the good times in equal measure. I've worn it while sitting at a computer, driving across the country, cleaning flood debris, cooking meals, climbing mountains, turning a wrench, clutching a toilet, signing paperwork, mourning, celebrating, making love, clenching fists, and sobbing into my hands.
For 18 years it has clung to my hand, through all of life's happenings. It has accompanied me through natural disasters, mental breakdowns, drama, life and death, sickness and health, fortune and failure. It endures, like my love for her, and like that love, it still shines as brightly as ever. "Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is not envious, or jealous. Love does not brag and is not arrogant. It does not seek its own, it is not provoked, it does not remember wrongs that have been suffered. It rejoices in the truth, for love withstands all things, and never fails."
Dear, my love for you is deathless. It binds me with mighty cables, that not even Omnipotence can break. When I think of you, the memories of all the blissful moments we have spent together come crowding over me, and I feel most deeply grateful that I have enjoyed them for so long. I know that I have but few claims upon this world, but you I count most precious among them, greater than all of the possessions and wealth and luxury man can afford. Never forget how much I love you, nor that when my last breath escapes me it will be whispering your name. Forgive me my many faults, and the pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often been. How gladly I would wash away every trace of unhappiness with my own tears, and how fortunate I am to receive forgiveness and understanding.
When I see you in the morning, with that dry sleep still in your eyes, I remember all the laughter, and the tears we shared last night. And as we lie here, just two shadows in the light before the Dawn, the sweetest thing I've ever known, is loving you.
But whenever I do, and I'm going through my checklist of things I don't want to forget, I never fail to slip on my ring. Its a plain, simple, thick, heavy band, made of tungsten carbide and ordered from an online seller back when that was something reasonable to do. It raps against counter tops while I wait in a store, or against the side of the car when a particularly good song comes on. It gleams in the sunlight, soaks up the cold, and always makes me a little nervous any time I'm working on the car or washing dishes. Engraved on the inside is a single word: "Forever"
This heavy tungsten band is a weight on my left hand, but its one that I'm joyful to bear. It signifies devotion, fidelity, and dedication. It reminds me of the bad times, and the good times in equal measure. I've worn it while sitting at a computer, driving across the country, cleaning flood debris, cooking meals, climbing mountains, turning a wrench, clutching a toilet, signing paperwork, mourning, celebrating, making love, clenching fists, and sobbing into my hands.
For 18 years it has clung to my hand, through all of life's happenings. It has accompanied me through natural disasters, mental breakdowns, drama, life and death, sickness and health, fortune and failure. It endures, like my love for her, and like that love, it still shines as brightly as ever. "Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is not envious, or jealous. Love does not brag and is not arrogant. It does not seek its own, it is not provoked, it does not remember wrongs that have been suffered. It rejoices in the truth, for love withstands all things, and never fails."
Dear, my love for you is deathless. It binds me with mighty cables, that not even Omnipotence can break. When I think of you, the memories of all the blissful moments we have spent together come crowding over me, and I feel most deeply grateful that I have enjoyed them for so long. I know that I have but few claims upon this world, but you I count most precious among them, greater than all of the possessions and wealth and luxury man can afford. Never forget how much I love you, nor that when my last breath escapes me it will be whispering your name. Forgive me my many faults, and the pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often been. How gladly I would wash away every trace of unhappiness with my own tears, and how fortunate I am to receive forgiveness and understanding.
When I see you in the morning, with that dry sleep still in your eyes, I remember all the laughter, and the tears we shared last night. And as we lie here, just two shadows in the light before the Dawn, the sweetest thing I've ever known, is loving you.