A different time, a different place. The sound of wrapping paper crunch beneath bare feet, laughter echoes across the room and fills the air with a resonating vibration. The stocking dangles above me, swelling with tokens of affection. The temptation is too overpowering, I can no longer resist, I must know what awaits me. Candy, lighters... gum... and what's this? A ring? It is brilliant, shiny and polished and represents his love and commitment. It was the most beautiful thing I owned, apart from the gift bearer. Heart beating faster, panic swirls with turmoil. I try to make sense of it all, I fail. Love makes no sense.
The circular scrap of metal now clings to my finger, it is tarnished and stained with memories of a romance churning with lies, deception and remorse. I see no beauty in it, only a symbolic reminder of misguided perception. Like a vice, it is attached to my body and squeezes my heart with its unforgiving pressure. The pain is an addiction, moving forward and cutting the strings seems beyond comprehension. It's hard to let go, it's difficult to be brave in the face of uncertainty. My heart knows the truth and guides my finger to clutch the ring, with a swift tug it is over. The sword is free from the stone. This is the last tear I shed for you. I am free
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