I stare at it for a long time, with many thoughts and feelings about its symbolism. Not the ring itself, but the fact he kept it on him every day while I was gone and now wants to wear it again before we even know what will happen. My heart fills to the brim with a strange, heavy yet fluttering sensation, and my lip trembles as insta tears come out of nowhere. Blind sighting me.

"I couldn't ever throw mine away either, even when ..." I can't even say the words.

When you broke my heart. When I thought you hated me and wanted me dead. When I thought you...