My anklet broke off today.
I’ve been wearing it since...well since at least the beginning of the summer, if not before. So a solid six months for sure.
And today, today is just sort of fell of.
Broke at the tiny little knot and fell. It’s been used and abused. Snagged and jarred. Pulled at and jostled. But it never budged. We made it through my week in the mountains of Montana, two weeks of camp, New Student Orientation week, and countless other tussling adventures.
Never did it show any sign of weakness.
But today it fell. There were no battle screams of glory. No pulling and ripping off. No scattered beads. No damaged strand.
Just removal. Off came my sock and with it, my anklet.
It left behind a crooked tan line and the odd empty feeling. The one that shows up whenever something goes missing.
When you stop wearing that ring.
When you forgot to put on your watch.
When you switch from glasses to contacts.
When the passions you sold your soul to, fall away.
When the friendship that was going to last forever, dies.
When the gentle whisper you’ve come to know as God’s seems silent.
All the things that become so staple to your life...leave a gap when they’re suddenly gone.
All the things that weathered so many storms...seem indestructible...seem to whither away, fall off without warning.
And it leaves an awkward mark – the proof that something was once there.
Like a crooked tan line and that odd empty feeling...
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