The Claddagh Ring.

"The Claddagh's distinctive design features two hands clasping a heart, and usually surmounted by a crown. The elements of this symbol are often said to correspond to the qualities of love (the heart), friendship (the hands), and loyalty (the crown).

 

The way that a Claddagh ring is worn on the hand is usually intended to convey the wearer's romantic availability, or lack thereof.

 

Traditionally, if the ring is on the right hand with the heart facing outward and away from the body, this indicates that the person wearing the ring is not in any serious relationship, and may in fact be single and looking for a relationship: "their heart is open."

 

When worn on the right hand but with the heart facing inward toward the body, this indicates the person wearing the ring is in a relationship, or that "someone has captured their heart".

 

A Claddagh worn on the left hand ring finger facing outward away from the body generally indicates that the wearer is engaged.

 

When the ring is on the left hand ring finger and facing inward toward the body, it generally means that the person wearing the ring is married."

I turned my ring over for you today. I know that we aren't anything. I know that we never will be, but the way you make me feel makes me believe that I wont find anyone better. They say there are other fish in the sea - that there is no such thing as a soulmate, only people you are compatible with. I refuse to believe that. I think that you might be the one that is my soulmate, or maybe, if you believe that way, the one I'm compatible with. I just wish that you could see and understand that the same way I do.

I was on the bus this afternoon on the way home from State Concert Festival, and while I should have been happy that we got a distinguished rating, I couldn't help but wonder if you would be proud of me. Every song on my iPod reminded me of something we had talked about, something that you implied to me, or something you meant to me. Never have I been this so... deep. 

I question everything now. I overanalyze everything. Maybe it's me growing up, maybe it's be going over my head in thoughts and wondering, hoping for the best. I even wrote a song for you. I'll never share it - I'll never finish it. I've learned songs for you. I know the things we have in common - art and music. you have the IQ of a genius, and you're becoming an artist. You play those shitty guitars in a way that makes me melt. 

Maybe it's because we're so similar and yet so different. But whatever it is, I wish you could see it the way I do.

I hope you and her the best. She isn't me - she will never be me. I will never be lucky enough to be in her place. But I am willing to wait. I am willing to sit back and wait it out - hope that you are happy. And I hope to god that you were serious about being my prom date my senior year. I would travel to see you - I'd travel miles. But I can't. I'm lowly and boring and poor. 

but as great as you make me feel - you also deserve the best, and that is what only she can give you. i can't do that. I keep hoping that maybe if I move on, flirt and do terrible things to my body, that I'll get over you. But I think the only way that I can do that... is to tell you straight up and get your reaction. 

I know what I'm hoping for, but I know what I'll get.

I just hope you meant it when you said you and I would still be close in thirty years.