So, today's election day and I haven't posted in a really long time.

But I'm not posting about the election.

Instead I'm procrastinating on hw and NaNo (about 14k right now) and writing about something that came into my head a little bit earlier.

I got this ring a little while ago- sometime early in the semester. It's a very pretty ring, with amethyst  and a silver-plated band. I'm quite fond of it, I wear it every day. I wore it when it was far too big and had to have three plastic resizers, and I wear it now even though the copper turns my finger kinda green. I was worried about being questioned about it when I went to see family, but I reflected on the meaning this ring has to me.

It was given to me with conflicting intentions. The first intention was to sway me into considering the person who gave it to me as something more. However, he couldn't say those words and gave it as a sense of apology for everything that went wrong. I knew that he wasn't giving up. I wore it anyway, even though I had decided against him.

Things went downhill fast and I held onto the ring with everything I could. I even bought a reciprocating ring for this guy and gave it to him.

I have taken the ring that I wear as a sign of friendship and togetherness. It's a sign that he will be faithful to me, that he loves me, that he cares. I wear it because it reminds me that I'm not alone. I wear it on my ring finger because I know that the love of a man- this one or another- will hold  me close. I will always have someone to love me. Faith that things will work. Fidelity through and through. We both may have issues with that, but we can hopefully survive together.

I gave him a ring in the hopes that he would think some of the same thoughts. I gave it with the thought of letting him know I'll be by his side forever, in whatever position that may be. He wears it on the ring finger because it fits nowhere else. It's my faith and hopes that he wears with that ring.

So now we're together, for about a week. We struggle through a distance that prevents us from seeing each other every day, but we have the hopes of a weekend to bring us together. We have to fight through the loneliness and hope that when we get to see each other like old times, it'll make us stronger.

Some days I hope that I get to experience falling asleep with his arms wrapped around me more regularly. I hope for many things for us. We started as friends and it slowly became apparent that we needed to be together as a true romantic couple. Nothing has changed except for titles. We still act much the same, and feelings haven't changed too much (except I might be a bit more willing to feel them). It's odd how these things have changed, and for once I think I'm happy with a choice I've made.

"'If you can'?" said Jesus. "Everything is possible for him who believes." — Mark 9:23