One upon a time, there was a beautiful diamond ring. He lived in a display case with other rings,necklaces , and trinkets. The shop owner was always kind and helpful. Routine check ups, cleanings, and a cushy place to lay all day while everyone admired you. It was a posh life for the diamond ring.
The ring lived content lay for a while. Enjoyed his life of simplicity but then he looked around and there she was. A customer. No. THE customer. The ring wanted to be hers at that very moment. He knew that was the finger he wanted to be on the rest of his life. The beautiful customer walked up to the counter. There was someone with the girl. A boy perhaps? Perhaps not? The diamond ring did not care as his focus hadnt shifted since the moment the beautiful customer entered the room. She slowly made her way to his display case and he wiggled in his little cushion holder to make sure the light was hitting him just right.
She walked up. Sat down. Pointed directly at the diamond ring and said “that’s the one”
The diamond ring was ecstatic. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he had enough clarity or karats to be on a finger like that. Attached to such and exquisite woman. He’d probably bring every outfit down.
But the woman wore the diamond ring every day. She loved the diamond ring. He saw all he friends and her friends all thought he was shiny and sparkly and that made the diamond very happy.
Time continued on like that for a while: Smiles and “congratulations” and “it’s gorgeous”. This all made the diamond ring happy. He was right were he wanted to be.
As the seasons changed, and the beautiful woman had to return to work. She worked on a farm and couldn’t wear it there because it may get lost or dirty. She the ring would be worn on weekends and days off, which was fine for the diamond ring. He’d still get the occasional compliment.
But soon those weekends were spent with friends dancing and living and work had more hours because she was so successful.
And the engagement ring rarely came out of the jewelry box. Until one day the lid opened and she picked him up. He was so ready to be reunited. To be happy again. But something strange was happening. She wasn’t putting him on.
She was giving him away.the diamond ring dos not want to go away but he was quickly placed into a small black ring box. And from the point he has never moved.
But where is the ring now you might ask? Still in the box in an attic collecting dust? On a new finger? Under a couch cushion?
Or was he sent back to a store,
For something better