It's just a fucking promise ring; beautiful gold band burning the skin around my left-handed finger down to the muscle and bone. Engraved on the inside it says, "Love always," with this tone which I only understand. It makes me sick, the insincerity of it. "Love always." What does that mean, anyway? What happens when another girl catches his eye, and I'm left with a hand with only four fingers. He can love me all he wants, but I know it means shit. A woman scorn, maybe. But I'm not that simple. I desire to enjoy the company he brings. But the pain is an added side effect, I can no longer swallow. No, tomorrow, this beautiful piece of jewelry will burn a hole in his palm.
Aaron; Have you seen my face, I think I lost it on the horseback ride.
P.S. I heart u and miss you while you're in france.
Edit: I hate you, blogger.
Edit2: I hate you, Aaron
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