But the message gave me pause.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah," I texted back. "Are you?"
"Yeah I just noticed that you left your ring and necklace in the bathroom today and I wanted to make sure."
I had noticed the same thing this morning on the way to my rendezvous point with Tiffany. I always take my jewelry off when I dye my hair, but today, for the first time ever, I forgot to put them back on.
My finger started to itch the moment I noticed the missing ring. It's absence is conspicuous as I go about my routines--the familiar slip of gold against my skin, the feeling of small diamonds leaving their impression in the palm of my opposite hand. There is a permanent indent around my ring finger where the band should be.
I feel naked.

It represents a promise from Paul that I desperately needed last February. With simple clarity, it told me that at long last, he was mine.
Not for long, anyway.
1 comment:
The bluish pigment around your fingernails in the first picture substantiate your story of removing the jewelry to dye your hair. I forgot to put earrings on Friday before work. I felt naked all day, too but not as naked as I would have felt had I forgotten my rings.
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