Never ending story

donderdag 25 april 2002

A ring has now begin and no end. A ring symbolize something never ending. But yesterday the ring, I held, told a different story. Because it laid in my hand it meant the end of something we both didn't want to end.

After a lot of angry words and glances we just stood there in silence. Each staring in another direction with our own thoughts. A decision was made. This was the end. We went our own way.

After work and after being calmed down, we talked. We talked and agreed this could not end. Not here and not now. The ring is back on her finger.

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