Why Doesn't it fit the way You Do

Why doesn't this fit like you do? I ask Will about my ring. The ring. Well the second. I've been pondering over my ring. Its the thing your "supposed" to get when you get married. How will people know other wise? How will they understand?

I keep running into trouble though.

I got one and it was too loose, too modern and was  a purchase under pressure.

I've just got a new one, ordered online. Its loose, and just feels so big on my finger. Overstated?

Here I am fretting over the most first of first world problems. I'm frustrated by unhappiness over something so stupid. Its then I remember a sad, sorry little ring given to me among a box of junk by a mad old alcoholic, who, perhaps was just looking for a friend. The wee little ring was once white gold, tarnished with age, and at least one of its stones, whether real or fake, was missing from the side. Yet the moment I put it on my finger, I felt it fit like a glove and it didn't matter where the heck it came from. It would have a new start with me.

I carried it across Germany, and into the wilds of Scotland, where the course of my life would change for ever. It saved my bacon once when a polite man asked if I was engaged. I said know and remembered for the first time, in a long time, that men could like me and there was no reason for me to feel ashamed, and no one else to hold me back.

I thought I lost it after that trip. But when I returned a second time, I pulled a box of my things out of the attic, left behind so I could move over a little easier. The jeans needed a awash and when I flung open the warm drier drawers, there was it, gleaming at the bottom of the drum.

I wore it there after, as I always did, on my left hand, until the day I couldn't find it anymore.

Now as I am faced with real wedding issues, I think back on that little ring that gave me such faith and comfort as before and wish these ones fit so well as it.

But its not important. Its only a ring and even if I have to search for the right ring for the rest of my life, a hobby I will most defiantly stick on the very back burner, I don't really care if a rings never found, because its not the ring that's most important in all this. Its the man.