just when i thought everything is all right... and i've recovered and dealt with a past hurt and withholding of feelings... something else has to creep up and remind me that things are not over yet.

last night, i finally opened that lil' black box that Gary gave to me. i don't know why... but i thought i could deal with it after having reconcilled my hurt. maybe i haven't quite. and now, the ring has become a symbolic fixture of my past. a past that could have been my future. i've never been so enthralled by such glitter. i didn't realise until just now what it really represented... all the happy past, the pure and true feelings we had shared... how could all this material thing be so symbolic? *sigh*

i can only stare at it. as beautifully crafted as it is, painstakingly by a jeweller... to make it glitter... because it had once been just a translucent stone...