Would you watch my ring for me?

18 years ago, that is how Steve asked me if I would go out with him. He asked me to take care of his class ring for him. We’d known each other for about a year, but ran on opposite sides of the same social circles.

We’d been out a time or two, but spent most of our time together at school, or at my house. We wrote letters and notes to each other, every day. This, from a guy that hated writing anything, and despised anything mushy.

He asked me one afternoon if I’d look after his ring for him. Back then, that is what couples did, in High School, they exchanged class rings. Except I didn’t have a class ring, yet.

So I took his ring, and I lovingly wrapped it in royal blue embroidery floss and then nail polished over it, that way it would fit on my hand. This routine I did for 3 years. Wrapping and polishing, and then wearing it until the polish cracked, or I got bored. I eventually found a blue polish the exact color of the stone, and no longer did I have to buy so much blue floss, instead I could just use whatever yarn or thread I had, and use the blue polish to make it work.

I wore that ring every single day until our anniversary rolled around in 1994, and he took me to the mall and we picked out the ring I would wear for the rest of my life. The one sitting on my left hand right now, accompanied by our 10 year anniversary ring, that matches my wedding band.

Flirting with Steve was the best thing I ever did. The smartest thing, to wrap my life around this shining star and promise to be there with him until the end of eternity. For infinity.

~ by xombie on January 15, 2009.