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It might sound silly, but I was the one who gave him the ring.

It was a sign that I picked him.....

Story goes...


I was with my boyfriend at the tme, John. But,he never spent any time with me, and wouldn't even make "happy" with me. So, in my sexual frustrations, I turned to Joel. And, so, Joel turned into a regular booty call. But, over time, we started falling in love. Then, there came a pivotal point in time where I had to choose one or the other. I had ordered a pair of rings online. One for my finger. One for John's.

During the time it took to arrive at my home, things became to happen, and my love for John started to crumble.

I no longer felt any strong emotional attachment to him. It had found its way to Joel, and it felt as if it were to stay there. Many days later, Joel proposed to me.
And it overwhelmed me. He had no ring, so he proposed with his high school graduation ring. It was touching, nonetheless.

Soon after, the rings finally came in. I was still "with" John, but my heart had moved on to Joel. And I decided that so should John's ring.
That's the real meaning behind the ring.

That, I was offered a life with a man who I knew wouldn't cheat on me,
would take care of me,
whose family loved me,
and who would be a father to our children,
but at the price of my own happiness.

And, with Joel, I had no security of loyalty,
no guarentee of a future,
whose parents I didn't know,
and running the risk that he might run out on me.
But, despite all that, my love for him stood unwaivering.

That's why I never take it off.
Because I love him.
And I always will.