Flowers. Dead in four days.
Cards. In a drawer by the weekend.
Cash. Gone before the month is out.
But this ring? She'll still be wearing it six months from now.
Because it's not jewellery.
It's what it represents every time she looks down at it.
I'm with you. You can do this. Just breathe.
That message doesn't expire. It doesn't end up in a drawer.
It travels with her through everything that comes after.