• just priceless…

    by  • August 7, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 4 Comments

    Once a year I walked past a Tiffany jewelers window and stopped to gaze at the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I did this for years and years. It took my breath away even on the grayest of days when it’s sparkle could barely be made out. Never once did I allow myself to go inside and try it on. Why would I when the thought of it was such a silly notion. This was the kind of ring a queen or a movie star would own. Not me.

    In my imagination I had worn the ring everyday. I cherished it in so many ways for so many different reasons.

    Today I find myself standing on the sidewalk looking in at the display where this priceless object of my desire once stood only to see a neatly typed note that reads: You should have tried me on I fit you perfectly and wanted you to wear me. I was free had you only inquired.

    Now do I turn to get onto the approaching bus or step in front of it. Because after all it’s only a ring right? Unless the ring is really you.

    They say third time’s the charm my dearest 🙂

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    4 Responses to just priceless…

    1. Yellow & Pink Diamonds
      August 8, 2013 at 8:04 am

      I missed that bus as she had already gotten on one earlier:(

      The sad thing is the ring I had bought her to surprise her with was worthy of an Empress! It was encrusted with main Yellow diamond with pink diamonds to suit sitting upon a platinum ring. She never knew I was going to propose that fateful day.


    2. Me73
      August 8, 2013 at 10:46 am


      Damn. That reply actually took my breath away. Had it only been an option for either of us…

      I thought this expressed my feelings a bit better than my last post about crack. Don’t you agree?


    3. anonymous
      August 8, 2013 at 6:03 pm

      And that is what is so sad..to leave a woman in such a desperate state that she walks away before you get the chance..didn’t mean she didn’t want to..only that she didn’t know your intentions.


    4. Empress in Exile
      August 9, 2013 at 1:18 pm

      I decided to finally call upon a psychic who has impeccable credentials.

      They told me this story didn’t pass the smell test. New term to me yet easy to grasp.

      They said you may be the biggest BS artist in America. Now that I think it through, it does seem strange. Such a bold, confident man with the highest of intentions, reappearing at this fine jeweler with some glib excuse for the return of the ultimate declaration of a lifetime union to your beloved?
      When you know the likely outcome had you taken that step?

      I’m not seeing this as an option you would choose and keep this quiet for so long.
      My new guide is clearing my head. In hindsight this story doesn’t add up for several reasons 🙁



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