A Tiffany Bracelet
Friday, June 5th, 2009I had even imagined thousands of times that met somebody twice in a sunny afternoon. However, later year after year, I became desperate in this illusion. Maybe it was my destiny that stone would not have love with gold.
I am a Tiffany Bracelet bunched by ten stones. Years ago, when he sent me to her, she smiled nicely and looked at me for a long time. I am the witness of their love. He said he was poor but he had a heart that would never change like the stone. Then she smiled with tears in her eyes. I regarded this as a lifetime promise. I was singing and dancing on her white wrist and praying for their love. She always gently touched me with her left hand with happiness. I considered that love is just that you can not help smiling when you think about somebody.
Then she met him, the man who could pick up her to work and go home by car. Also she accepted his kindness and hug. At that moment, I felt my heart hurt and puzzled because I began to doubt the weakness of love when it is in front of money.
Then she left the man with who ever she promised she will not leave him no matter how poor they would be. In fact, it was not hardship and poorness that separated them, but money and benefit. Whatever, she never abandoned me and cried in front of me for many nights. I knew actually she still loved the man but couldn’t get together any more. At least, I was moved by her tears.
I met him at that sunny afternoon in the tiffany jewelry shop. She chose that expensive and rare platinic gold ring and the man wore it on her finger. That was the first we met and I called him Gold. I knew what love in the first time .meant that day. Gold looked down at me proudly and asked, “Who are you?” His delicacy and nobility made me feel self-contempted but with longing. “I am a bracelet.” I answered shyly. He just nodded but never look at me again.
I began sleepless for the whole night. I looked at Tiffany Ring quietly while he was giving out the beautiful light under the moon light. However, I became pale after I lost my light. I was longing for one day I could be very close with him. Even one second was enough. However, there was always the handback between us. It seemed that it was impossible for us to get together. Sometimes, when he felt bored, he would talk with me about how proud he was when he was in the jewelry shop. He was expensive and better than those vulgar gold there. I had not such proud history so I talked him about the love I witnessed between the woman and her ex boyfriend. He shaked his head and said his idea about love, “To love, equal in social status is the most important.” I was speechless. “Equal in social status”, what a cruel phrase. It almost broke my dream for love. But I also knew that was just the truth.
I was always trying to tell him that I loved him so much that I could die for him. While I had no courage and equal in social status became a forever wound in my heart.
He liked singing and would ask me “Does it sound nice?” every time he finished a song. I would nod and praise, “Yes, perfect.” He learned those songs in the jewelry shop from his former friends Tiffany Earrings, Tiffany Bangles, Tiffany Necklaces and so on.
Her life became not happy as before. He often came home late even did not came back. At first, she begged him and later she cried but he still didn’t come back. She gave up and let him go. I knew her true happiness only belonged to her former old house with her love and laugh. But she would be more unhappy without money. I talked my feeling with Gold and asked, “Does money matter?” He nodded firmly.
During a serious quarrel between them, the man roughly snapped the string through my body and I completely fell apart. Also at that moment, I touch Gold for the first time. I smiled and finally I kissed him. He looked at me and said, “Be careful!”
I cried in the smile when I fell on the cold floor. What a warm touch and word. That was enough for me even once.
I was picked up and pulled together again. I looked more emaciated and cheap from now on. Her tears dropped on me. I felt cold and hot.
I was put into a small box. The moment she closed the box, I looked at Gold and knew this should be the last time I saw him. I couldn’t miss this chance, so I finally spoke out, “I love you!” In the darkness, I could hear his voice outside,” What did you say?” My heart felt completely freezing.
In the darkness and coldness, I was waiting and waiting for a sunny afternoon I could meet him again. This hope lasted ten years.
Her child pulled me out of the box and asked his mother, “What is this, Mom?”
I couldn’t open my eyes under the sun. My heart had been dead at that time.
She came over, and I saw Gold again. He became old with the time and his light was not bright any more. However, he was still proud and noble. I couldn’t help crying. What terrible ten years! I asked, “Are you OK? Do you know I am always loving you?”
He stared at me for a long time, then he answered, “Excuse me. Who are you?”
I had thought ten years ago that the most sadness was that you could do nothing when you passed by your best love again many years later. Ten year later, I knew there was a kind of rememberable hurt which actually was neither pass by nor helplessness. It was that you were always in love with somebody, but he had already forgotten you.