This is a little story I began writing down during the long period we had for IT and since it was a few days before Valentine's Day, I decided to make it a bit more love-themed. Let me also add that I didn't expect it to even reach 500, much less a thousand words.
Unedited, unbeta'ed, unfinished...maybe? Anyway, hope you enjoy this little snippet!
Diamond Diary
"With
this ring, I seal my commitment for you, forever and always."
Looking at the diamond, she can't help
but marvel at its brilliance. It shone bright under the moonlight coming from
her window, glittering her floor with its dazzling gleam. So small it seemed
compared to her hand, yet she was sure it was worth a great fortune coming from
the man who put it on her just a while ago. He was willing to do anything, anything,
for his precious girl. He was too wrapped up in her world, just like the little
silver band adorning her ring finger.
Perfect. Flawless. New.
And, most of all, beautiful.
It was all she hoped to but couldn't
be. Because to be genuinely called "beautiful" is to be genuinely
loved and it was her only hope that love he had for her would be hers and hers
alone, through the ring on her finger.
"My
heart is with you through this gift"
Those words rung in her head, over and over again. The
words he said were not lies, but why couldn't she shake this feeling of doubt?
Of confusion? Of worry? Why would she be worrying about a ring symbolizing his
love for her? Shouldn’t everything be fine by now?
Or,
maybe, she thought as she began to fiddle with the band, I’m just afraid that I can’t give the love
he deserves.
It’s true, though, that a common fear people have when
facing long-term commitment is their ability to reciprocate their feelings.
It’s not as if she hates the guy, but would her current affections for him
enough until death takes their worlds apart? She stopped fiddling her ring on
her finger and took a deep breath.
“No person is afraid to love,” she whispered, “But
everyone is afraid of not being loved back. So what does that make me?”
She rose from her bed, taking slow steps until she
reached her mirror and took a long, hard look at herself. It was picture of
perfect calm, devoid of the war going on inside of her head. So
picture-perfect, so dream-like, it was a beautiful face suited for a beautiful
prince… or is it? For a split-second, a mask of fear was shown in her face
before settling back to its calm expression. Reverting back her gaze towards
her ring, the troubled lady then returned to her bed once more.
“Let
my affections for you be like this diamond.”
What did he mean by that? She thought. Could he mean that
his love for her had the same worth as the diamond on her finger? She held up
her hand and placed it where the moonlight enters her room, looking at the
thousands of tiny facets it sparkled. Could love even be measured? As far as
she knew, love can never be measured because it is infinite, it is eternal and
it is everlasting. Love cannot be measured by feelings alone, just like
distance cannot be measured by the gap alone.
But,
what if, a tiny part of her mind spoke; he means that his love would be as strong and unwavering as this jewel
on your finger?
And with that, a sudden sense of clarity began to
dissipate the clouds in her mind. She remembered her mother saying that love is
best represented through rings because it is eternal. That even when one person
dies, the legacy and memories they leave on their loved one would last even
until their last breath.
She smiled. For the first time in a long time, she had
began to see what he was trying to say.
“I
promise to be honest and faithful. It is my fervent wish that you believe my
words and that you do that same.”
She was reminded once more of some of the confusing words
she had received last night. What did he mean when he said that it was his wish
that she takes his words in? Did he not believe in her?
And, as if the ring were talking to her, it gave out a
painful glare that directed her attention towards it. It was a band that cost a
lot. It was definitely something a few people can get easily but most would
have to grind by on their savings just to get this ring.
Money. Fortune. Riches. Value. Worth.
Worth.
Maybe she had been over thinking things after, all. She
was very sure that if one was given an expensive ring after being showered with
beautiful words, they’d be more inclined to lie like the devil and comfort
themselves in their ignorance? He didn’t want her to do that. He’d rather be
hurt with the truth than to be comforted with a lie.
But, after all, this is all speculation in her part. She
doesn’t fully understand all of what he said that night. She doesn’t even know
if all that happened were just a dream, after all.
“I’ll
be waiting for your reply on this day next year. I hope you come to understand
what it is I’m trying to tell.”
On the evening of Valentine’s Day last year, she was
given this ring from him right before he left to travel the world the next day.
She knew she was no genius. She knew that she found all
of this too overwhelming, even if a year had already passed. She felt that
trying to even debate upon this further will only hurt her head. She had
already decided on what to do.
She quickly grabbed her coat and headed towards the pier
where she will await for his arrival. The sun was already about to rise when
she got out of her room. She barely had any sleep on her. But she knew, oh she finally knew what she was going to say.
After all, the first step to faith was learning to take the first step on the
staircase with your eyes closed.
She arrived on the pier, breathless and nervous. She
didn’t know what to expect from this situation at all. She hadn’t told anyone
about the ring after all. Not even her parents, nor her closest friends from
where she lived.
But when she saw the silhouette of a man standing at the
deck of the ship, it seemed that all her feelings of doubt and worry and
confusion were fading away for good. For the first time since she received it,
she held out her hand to the sky and smiled and laughed and cried tears of joy.
She was ready to take walk the staircase blindly, as long as she knew that
someone would be holding her hand along the way. And she was more than sure that
that diamond’s light would be the one to guide her wherever she went.
The diamond sparkled as the sun continued to rise.
“I love you. Will you marry
me?”
“… I do.”
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