I took it off today.
It was only off for a few hours one day in June, but other than that I've worn it at all times for almost two years. It is just a symbol. Of hope that things would change. Of love that HAS to still be alive. Worn close to my heart.
But I took it off.
Have I given up hope?
Have I given up on love?
It doesn't matter anymore. Truly, it just doesn't matter.
My joy is somewhere much deeper then the happiness change could bring.
Life goes on, for whatever brief time is left, and looking backwards makes seeing what is in front of you impossible.