saturday she left.

not in a 'i'm going to think thing over' way, but a 'we are done' way.


last words: 'i'll be back tomorrow with boxes.'

tomorrow came and no boxes. i called monday and made dinner reservations.

it was wierd. stunted.

but at the end of it all she came home.

tuesday was a knock-down drag out. not an argument per se... but a relationship crashing against uncharted rocks.

it was over.

i've never had my ring off for more than three days when it was being resized, but i took it off tuesday.

it wasn't until friday we were talking again. hard. difficult. hard words without compassion. hard visions without her hard realities.

but then... something happened. something which made sense. something to hang onto.

it's still tenuous. by a thread.

but we are together still.

'forever and always'

this is on the inside of my ring.


do i believe?