Selfish, yea, maybe.

 https://www.facebook.com/reel/1784430848754579?mibextid=9drbnH&s=yWDuG2&fs=e so yesterday we talked in the morning, than not again all day. It felt a little weird, like both of us were in shock over the discussion. I kept reaching for the phone, wanting to call, or see if there were messages, but never called and no messages came. Then I woke this morning, to find you'd tried to call before I stirred from slumber and now I'm filled with trepidation. A part of me wants to allow you to have your ring back, that I may have mine, so that I can show, again, to the world the words I can't speak easily; but i also don't want to because your ring has been a life preserver in the lonely hours of the day and night. I weary of waiting for the gods to grant me the release from old vows, so that I might chase to the new. He may have done you wrong, Ene Otsoa, but he is a good man.