The Ring

The ring is not something you get, it's something you earn. You both earn, together. Sure it's pretty, and sparkly, and it glistens when touched by light but that's not all it is. A ring, the ring, is not time passed. A ring, the ring, is moments passed.
All of those moments.
All of them survived.
With grace and centers held comes the ring. Not present because of the past counted by days and months and years; but present because of the past counted in laughter and tears and memories made, the best of the best and worst of the worst. The ring doesn't simply stand, it stands for something more.