The story of 2 rings

The lady's first love was someone totally unlike herself. He was right at the other end of the spectrum. Truth be told, it ended on a bad note despite him having a good heart. Both were way too young yet amidst the innocence and naivety there were lovely moments which will forever remain etched in the lady's heart. He was one who promised her a ring every year for 9 years till the year they married. Alas, it was not to be. Their paths never crossed again.

The lady's second love just felt right. Everything was perfect. Well, almost. They were unexplainably drawn to each other, and there was this unspoken bond. Both meant the world to each other, and they just seemed like this old couple. Nonetheless, there was a tiny gap between them. The lady never believed in that things could be that wonderful. Possibly so, it was her lack of faith that set them apart. He was her knight in shining armor, the one who braved the garden of thorns just so to pluck her a blood-red rose in the unearthly hours. They were in different stages of their lives. As an implicit rule, both set themselves aside never to face each other once more.

Hence, the two rings which rest on the lady's slim finger.

She walks alone, clears her mind, and crafts a pronouncement. Her eyes sparkle, and she be-dazzles. She mingles with a smile, her heart reeks of wintriness. The lady lies in wait for what seems like her entire existence.

Her fire has gone cold.