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| » CATEGORY: Daily Blog | BY:
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| » POSTED ON: 7/22/2009 5:26:52 PM | MOOD:
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This is a true story I tell to people occassionally, and I'm sure that there are a few people on this site that have already heard this story. But even though it invokes strong emotions within me, and makes me think of memories I would rather soon forget, I do like telling this story, because it's one of those tales that you would normally hear only in stories with heavy symbolism.
For those of you who may not know, I was once engaged to a young woman, and back then, I was sure that she was the one for me, the one with whom I was going to spend the rest of my life. I remember picking out the perfect ring for her... a lovely gold ring with a heart-shaped diamond. In a way, that ring was very symbolic, as not only did it represent our engagement, but it also signified the act of me giving her my heart.
Well, as you may have guessed, our engagement didn't last for various reasons, and we ended up breaking it off. Toward the end, I was expecting the break-up to happen, as our relationship was deteriorating rapidly, so I was ready when I finally ended it. But during the time leading up to the end, I was constantly finding myself emotionally strained, trying to keep our relationship together, attempting to mend problems that kept arising, fighting tooth and nail to make it work, only to discover the heart-wrenching truth that I was fighting a losing battle. Yes, when I came to that decision that it shouldn't continue, I knew it was the right decision, but still, I left broken-hearted.
I ended up getting the engagement ring back. After all, it had symbolized my own heart which I had given to her, and I didn't want her to keep that. (Plus, I had spent good money on that ring!) Even though I had asked for the ring back, I didn't want to keep it. Not that I wanted her to have it either, but I did not want that reminder of what had been lurking around to constantly remind me of a failed relationship. So, I started going around to pawn shops and jewelers to see if I could get somebody to buy the ring so I could be rid of it. I finally came to a jeweler who was willing to buy the ring off of me, but I didn't get a good offer at all: only $20. That was only a drop in the bucket compared to what I had paid for the ring! I asked the jeweler why she would only offer that little for the ring. She then showed me the diamond under a microscope and pointed out a very huge flaw... the heart-shaped diamond had split in half!
After selling the ring, I left the jeweler's completely blown away by everything. I had given a woman my heart, and got it back broken, and it all was reflected in that perfect ring. I'm not sure what had caused the actual diamond to split like it did, but in the end, it's probably better that I don't know, simply because it would probably take away meaning from the story. Why am I thinking of this story now? I'm not sure... it may be that I'm just not in a good mood, and when that happens, bad memories creep in, and I thought of this story. It may also be that just needed some good fodder for the site, as I haven't written anything meaningful in a while. Or it may be that I'm ready to be in a relationship again, but memories of my past are holding me back from jumping in. I definitely don't want my heart broken again... it hurts really bad when that happens... but that's all a risk that has to be taken when getting involved with somebody. The pains of love ending can be strong enough to split diamonds, but finding true everlasting love can be more beautiful, and stronger, than that perfect ring.
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