Up until today I wore a ring on the third finger of my left hand. I say the third finger because some people don't really consider the thumb a "finger." The ring itself meant nothing. I put it on 5 years ago when my wedding ring came off. My finger felt funny naked so I replaced my wedding band with a plan little silver ring. My grandmother gave it to me several years ago, and I had never really looked twice at it. At the time it seemed to fit the need I had for it.
I wore that ring for years after. At first as a filler for my missing band, then later as a decoy so others wouldn't know I was single. Finally I kept it on because I thought I'd found a new love, but marriage seemed out of reach. So I wore the ring to symbolize...something.
Today I removed the ring from my finger for good. There is no point to it. My finger will not fall off without it, and if the "love" I thought were so right and good there would be a ring to replace it by now. But there is not. So I embrace the nakedness of all my fingers. There is no meaning in a symbol that means nothing...and there is no point in pretending something stands for something it is not.
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