“Lost In Translation”

My fiance did not know about what happened to the ring, for I did not have the heart to tell him, once I’d arrived and became caught in the chop of others’ decisions.

In anything of importance, he kept saying to himself, “It doesn’t matter” – as if resigning himself to facts and conditioning himself to accept them.

But, every time he said and affirmed this, he erased our love and dissolved my identity: I was not important enough to fight for. Our hope was not “worth” being redeemed. Our union had no validity.