bits of myself

My bracelet broke last night.

It just fell to the ground into pieces.

I guess those who witnessed it probably thought that it wouldn’t matter much to me as I have many others. Different colours… designs… I love pairing a different one with whatever I was wearing each day.

But for many weeks straight I have been wearing this bracelet… I don’t normally do it, but I guess I’ve grown pretty attached to it. I’m happy that the individual pieces are still in good order… so I know it's not beyond saving...

I still remember the day I bought it. Was waiting for the results of my scan, and I just didn’t want to sit waiting in dread amongst throngs of strangers. So I took a walk around and chanced upon a small accessories shop.

I spotted a pretty necklace first. I don’t know quite how to describe it but it had me fixated… its design had cracks on the stone… quite like the picture on my blog. And then I saw the bracelet… I had been looking for something to pair with the antique butterfly necklace I had for ages. I was wearing the necklace then, and I was really happy at how perfectly they matched.

I certainly didn’t plan on buying accessories that day. I didn’t want to spend the money… but I found myself walking back again and again just to take a look at them.

It was then I decided that I deserved something pretty for myself… no matter what would happen later… no matter what my results would be…

My friend says its crazy how I get so emotionally attached to my belongings. I can’t help it. Every piece means something to me. Every gift from someone, every treat from yours truly.

For this one, it was special because it lifted my spirits… It made me believe that though it may have taken a long time, that it is in fact possible to find that perfect match.

I reached home and checked on my pretty cracked necklace just to be sure it was still alright.
It was there on my table… exactly where I had left it...
And it was only then that I noticed…
I had been wearing it so often...

But I hadn’t realized that one of its stones had fallen off...