A title I came up with after hearing a story.
It was a nice one, I have to admit.
A woman was telling us about it. We were all listening.
About what happened and she still had that ring.
She showed us her hand, couldn’t hide her smile.
Although she was trying to.
A smile you don’t see often, one that stays with that person.
A way of how she enjoyed that moment, while telling her story.
Her enjoyment lasted far after that kiss.
The ring as a reminder for them to meet again one day.
A promise was made, whenever they separated their ways.
For her to keep that ring.
Which she showed us with the smile she was giving.
Where you are happy for them and our own imagination goes to that place if this is what we like for ourselves.
This is where I came up with the title : ‘The princess and the ring’.
Something I said out loud after she had shared her excitement.
A story I don’t know how to write, I thought at the same time.
It sounded like a fairytale to me.
At least the association I have with a princess.
When I thought about this title, I thought about how princesses and princes have a struggle finding someone.
I can only imagine for those royals it isn’t always easy.
Living up to a certain standard, finding that partner to commit in that kind of way.
Because what kind of person wants to do those things voluntarily?
If you get what I mean.
It is not a price they pay, I understand it comes with a lot of benefits also.
I just don’t know if I would want to be in the spotlight all the time like that.
Not being able to do certain things, always having some kind of security around you.
Where people are looking at you in a way they recognize you, even think they know you.
While you are just doing groceries.
Not able to walk around in your chill outfit, whenever you just feel like doing so.
It is giving me chills up my spine, just thinking about it.
I just like going out in my sweatpants, not giving a shit about what others are thinking about me.
To say, I don’t know if that kind of ‘fame’ my mental state could cope with.
Of course I am also not a princess.
A problem I don’t have, I guess.
I am happy I don’t have to deal with all of that, where I can walk around and do as I like.
Say what I feel and don’t care about what the world already seems to know.
It is bringing me back to the story I had in mind to write today.
The princess and the ring of love.
Not a way to be under the spell of the ring, of wanting and controlling that emotion.
Seeing the bling of that ring as a shining object. Precious you can even call it.
A way where those women fool themselves, where they think it is bringing them something.
What that is, I can’t tell.
Since I am not married, perhaps even for this reason.
I am not like that, not that kind.
Where these women think the ring is giving them something they ought to get.
Moreover, they believe it is something they have the right to.
To do so and act according that way.
I just don’t know what to think of it.
How some women going crazy on their wedding day, becoming some kind of villain, bossing everyone around.
To keep the kind of attention, which they feel they are obliged to.
I don’t know when and how the world became like this.
I believe the ring represents living up to your own standard, perhaps even expectation.
The real question is.
Does the princess needs to be married?
Is it about a legacy she needs to bring forward to the world?
Does marriage add to that?
Is the importance of marriage important for the princess for what she needs to be doing?
Does it matter?
I believe the princess is there to let the world know about love.
Something coming natural to her.
She has a kind heart and a soft smile.
Perhaps even a pretty face, but most importantly she listens to what you have to say.
Not only when the time is available, but because she does what matters most.
Something you feel in a heartbeat.
A look in her eyes or how she turns her head to make you notice.
Taps you on the shoulder, to let you know you’ve done a good job.
That is the work of the princess and the importance of the ring is to seal it with a kiss.
Or how they say it.
An intimacy on the same level, where she is with her person the way she is.
A secret code or sign where the princess lets you know she is standing in front of you.
Without the world knowing she is indeed the princess.
I will tell you all about it when the time is there.
Because your secret is safe with her.
Before giving you that notice she is showing herself.
You need to look her in the eye and knot your head just a little to be sure meeting that expectation her secret is safe with you.
That she is the princess.
It can be scary when the world knows a princess out of the ordinaire, walking around free.
Not bound to any rule, just the one she lives up to herself.
She will tap with one finger to let you know who you are speaking to.
On a surface provided at that time.
A table, on the bar, perhaps a counter she is sitting at.
Whatever is available to let you know.
The ring doesn’t stand for a promise made, as that lady told when she showed us her hand.
The showing of that ring was a promise for the princess.
Just for you to know, the princess will be proposed to one day, a ring she will be receiving.
It will be a win/win situation, where the expectation goes both ways.
Forever and always the words she will say in her vow.
It fits the princess.
I am talking about her wedding dress.
What matters is the princess being loved by a person deserving of her love.
One that is kind to her heart and gives her a smile in the way to make her notice he knows.
He holds her when she feels cold and will have a walk around town.
The only person who can live up to that kind of standard, to fulfill the commitment coming from being with the princess.
As much as I have talked about the princess, the story is about the princess and the ring of love.
Where we can think the ring stands for commitment.
Something the world has come to believe.
The ring is an everlasting journey that goes on and on.
It doesn’t stop, it is eternal.
Round as a circle, to mark that form.
Where the ring is not a confirmation she is taken, married to that kind of person.
Something I am perceiving when I see people walking with a ring of marriage.
But ok, I can understand this is up to my imagination and then again I am also not married.
It is just my opinion and the visual expression of what I think the ring stands for, when I look around me.
For the princess the ring stands for the fulfillment of the given expectation.
I know this is a little bit philosophical, but it is important to say it like this.
To make sure it doesn’t go to your head.
You know, the princess really does care.
The ring is to show the world she made it that far.
Humble to the world around her and knows her place.
Able to commit to that kind of love.
Where she can rest her head and takes a nap without waking up.
The ring shows loyalty to that kind of person faithful to her kindness.
A nice guy, handsome and attractive.
Smart and clever with a bright mind.
Healthy and happy is another way to put it.
The princess hopes so at least.
An earth sign with emotions.
Deserving of her love, she is able to express with so much.
For him it doesn’t matter, because he already knows.
And well, the ring is a reminder of that promise.
Where they live together free in their being, holding this love for each other.
Smiling as a way to make it see, they finally found each other.
Where it is leaving that space for you to decide what kind of love you want for yourself.
Because the story of the princess and the ring of love is about finding the love fitting your standard, living up to your expectation.
Whatever that might be.