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 🙂