Story
Thursday, February 03, 2011
The boy stood there in front of the girl his blueish grey eyes filled with sincerity. Holding her small hands in his, he reached up and wiped the tears gently away. He reached into his pocket and smiled showing it proudly to her. Wiping away her tears, she looked down at the grayish ring resting on his small palm. It was the ring, the one they had made out of some wire and a diamond they found the day they first met. "Here! i want you to keep it!" the boy said softly.
"Why? We agreed that you should have it." came the girls quizzical response.
"So that you know i will always be around, even if everyone around you has to go, i will always be here!"
now fifteen years on, she had not heard from him for thirteen years, all she was left with was the ring and the memories.
Looking at the Diamond ring from Tiffany that was on her finger, she wondered if she was making the right decision.
They say your heart knows when you meet its other half, the only problem was she had no way to find him.