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Ignoring his comment, she continued, “I’ve always wondered about
the ring you wear. The onyx one—where’d you get it?” Her voice was
quiet as usual, almost a whisper in the shadows.
“That?” he asked, pointing.
She nodded.
“Well, if I remember this story correctly, it’s my father’s. Or it was.
He gave it to my mother, for elopement or marriage, I don’t know
which…” In the temple of the temple of the temple of the Holy…
She nodded, listening, saying nothing partially because she knew it
wasn’t always a good idea to inquire about his father. Alexi’s parents had
separated under circumstances involving drugs and theft.
“I suppose it doesn’t hold much meaning.” He looked out the window,
thinking. A huge freight truck plowed past, heading towards the nearby
food plant, and its blaring headlights filled the room with their luminescence
for a brief moment. “Onyx and silver, it has been both a moonless
sky and a pregnant moon, what is filled and what fills. Its meaning to me
has little to do with its origins… I have been thinking of this a long time
now, and I would like to add you to it, as a part of my own marriage to
heaven and earth. We’ve talked about the future many times, and I know
how horribly impossible it is to actually plan for something and have it
happen, and yet I feel that I, we, have to try. Maybe we try to fool ourselves
into meaning, expecting certain things out of our future so that our
experience right now can feel like it serves a purpose. But I can’t accept
that.”
With a slight smile, she pulled herself up on the bed and sat Indian
style, one arm draped over his back.
“Yes?” she prompted.
“Well, people often like to give material objects to remind them of
people, or promises. Is love something that happens to us or something
that we choose?” He paused, and then shrugged. “This ring I give to you,
not for a temporary purpose, should promises hold true, but for an indefinite
one. And should promises be proven liars, then the ring will be
proof of the lie as well.”
She nodded her head, solemnly.
Sits a woman who is waiting who is waiting for the sun…
“You mean it? When people make promises, I don’t take them
lightly.”
“Yes.”
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