Posted: Tuesday, May 18, 2010 by Stained in Labels:

Looking through a shop window, his eyes were sparkling with excitement. The perfect ring with the right colored stone. They even had a sale on. He walks into the shop with a spring in his step and asks the saleslady in his most mature professional voice about the ring. She measures him up and tells him that the ring is costly doubting his purchasing power. He smiles and tells her that cost wasn’t a problem. She tells him the price wiping the smile off his face. He thinks, calculates and tells her that he’ll be back in a weeks’ time. He walks out...confused but hopeful.

Back at the shop, he’s now holding the ring. She’ll love it he knows...it was perfect. He walks out of the shop with empty pockets but that didn’t matter, she was going to be his. One day he will go down on one knee and ask her to marry him the filmy way. Everything would be perfect then.

One year later, as he walks out of a mall he drops the ring into a charity box. It was over....


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