The ring, The rumor He gave me a ring once. Handmade. Warm. Like it believed in promises I never asked for. I set it down on the windowsill. Not out of anger. Not regret either. More like placing a fragile thing where it can no longer expect anything from me. He...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
