lil nonsense

Yearning

She sat somberly before a small line up of objects. She frowned. She never knew they would accumulate to this much. She blames her mother.

She fingered a single ring from the pile. Simple, she thought. Not very ornate, just a conservative diamond. She clutched the ring in her hand, not daring to reseal the broken pact by slipping it back on her finger. She knew which one it was from. He was the only one who kept coming back. The only one who didn't learn his lesson from her slow shattering of his heart.

She knew his heart, and play it well, she did. She never realized how much pain she would cause him, or how much she would impact his life. She surely didnt think he'd ever propose. She did love him though, and he loved her. He still foolishly does. She wants him back, she thinks. She knows.

She sets the ring down, not wanting to relish those feelings any longer. She instead reaches for another, observing it closely. More detailed and showy than the others, most definitely. The ring was presented with a large opaque pearl, lined with tiny red rubies. She loves this one more than anything. She loved the man who gave it to her too.

She loves him still, her darling petite fighter. She hugs him, she loves him blatantly. It hurts her. She shares love for many. She loves him much more than one would think. It hurts her that one day she'll get bored. It scares her that she'll crush his fragile heart. It hurts that she knows he'll come back. She knows she'll just harm him.

She ignores the rest, clutching the simple and the ornate in her hand against her chest. She doesn't cry. She remains somber.

She casts her gaze at the ring perched happily on her finger. Yet another ornate one, though slightly toned down. It displayed a large diamond, which sat above smaller ruby tinted diamonds. She curled up with her knees pressed to her chest. Another proposal, another yes. She can't go on like this, she knows.