I was given this ring as a promise. We would be together forever. He promised me we would be happy and in love forever. Then two weeks later he broke up with me. Plain and simple. We were done, kaput, ended. I was stuck with a broken heart, and a ring that symbolized everything that I wasn't going to have.
I tried to give the ring back, but he wouldn't take it, "I got it for you, keep it." He didn't get that it symbolized all the lies he had told me. What the heck was I supposed to do with it? I put it in a box and didn't touch it for a year.
Skip to two years later when I am unpacking in my new apartment. I finally found the love of my life. I am married to him and we are starting a new life together. I found the man who put my heart back together, and is keeping it that way. When I was unpacking I found the ring again.
I pull it out and stare at it. I honestly forgot that it existed, and I had no idea what to do with it. I decided to try it on, and it fit still. I thought of all the things that it stood for in the past and decided then and there that I was going to make it mean something else from now on.
This ring no longer stands for what I lost, it now stands for what I have become because of all the broken hearts I have had in the past, and all the ones I will have to witness in the future. It is a reminder of what I have become because of my past.
Thats why I wear the ring my ex-boyfriend gave me. Because it doesn't remind me of what we had, but what I have because of the broken heart he gave me.