With this ring…
I never dreamed something so small could take up so much brain space. How I could spend hours contemplating questions surrounding it. The angst I could be filled with because of it. But then I remembered…
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Just a “me”
I’m no longer a “we”, I’m just a “me”. I’m no longer a wife or a companion or a helpmate or a lover or a confidant or a best friend. I’m just a “me”. But who is this “me”?
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