Sometimes I stop whatever I am doing and realise I am actually playing with my ring.

It is strange, I am used to my ring yet, at the same time, so abstract.

When I wash my hands, the spot under the ring feels it last, reminding me it it there.

The occasional *clink* when I pick up a glass or open a door.

I cannot believe I am wearing it, it feels like a dream. I am so glad that I asked, and ever so thankful that my Tiffanee said yes.
Every time I stop and remember I am wearing a ring I smile, thinking of her.

I love you very much Tiffanee, you are my world. I know the distance is hard, it hurts me also. I know it is worth it every time I remember the ring. I think of the pier and holding you as we sit looking into the night.

Funny, I never considered why a ring before. It is part of me, but not part of my body, as you are to me.It hugs my finger lovingly, as we held each other. The ring is close and comforting, as are my thoughts of you. A complete loop, just as complete as you make me, forever looping like our love.

You mean my world and I would give anything to be with you, my duck <3