imprint -- an original short story

my name

i got her name around my ring finger

with a band above it

she wore this most luxurious dress i had ever seen

and every tattoo was hidden from the crowd

but i knew them all.

i would always know them all,

since they were imprinted in my heart

as they were on her body.

i got to hold her close,

her hand in mine,

mine on her waist.

i got to promise to love her forever

to kiss her and make her mine

and i got to be 

hers.

and then,

on her ring finger

i saw in place of anything incredibly expensive,

my name,

with a band above it.

"i love you."

i whispered to her, 

so nobody else could hear,

because these were only words she was meant to hear.

she smiled,

because she would never admit

that she liked the adoration.

yet if anyone had asked,

she was the only one,

i had ever loved.