Titanium

I got sick again. I wasn't able to work since Christmas. Two of my best friends, Kyla and Jay have birthdays in April, on the same day actually. I love, love Tauruses and Libras. May is mother's day and my second mom's birthday. June is father's day and my dad's birthday. I didn't have any money to buy presents. But I made it work for Kyla and dad and mom. Not Jay.

So I got a job and started on a Thursday, didn't get paid till last Wednesday. Which meant I got two days pay last week. Being the idiot I am, I went out with all that money and finally bought Jay his birthday present that I'd picked it out five months ago.

We are not at this stage in our lives the kind of people who "put a ring on it", to quote Queen B. I have great friends and I love them to death. Jay however has always, always put himself out for me. Been there for me daily through thick and thin. And not just me. All my friends. Their kids if they have them. My brother and his girlfriend. Anyone who is important to me is important to him. They can all vouch for that.

So I wanted this titanium ring. It's the strongest metal. And he's been the strongest person that put up with me daily and so consistently for so long in my entire life. What are we at? Six, seven years? Maybe eight. I don't even know at this point.

Last night he told me he lost the ring. Then I lost it. I cried. Lindsay called me and she said you and Jay don't need a ring to define anything (which we don't) and she said you guys have always been stronger than titanium anyways, you two are bulletproof.

Considering how things have been going in life, I hope she's right.

He found his ring. And maybe that's a sign from my on again, off again friend, the Universe, that everything is going to be alright. :)