The Necklace

I think it was a Sunday, or maybe a Saturday. We were shopping at the local mall looking for nothing, finding everything. Telling stories, talking gossip. We decided, MaCayla, my best friend and I, that we would go into a store we normally don’t shop at, and why we decided to stop in, I’m still unsure but I’m sure glad we did.

After looking around for a minute or two, MaCayla found an eyeshadow palette in which she wanted to purchase. Standing next to the checkout counter, something caught my eye. Charms, and I mean dozens of them. As I began to look through them, the clerk noticed what I was looking at. She said to me “You can pick as many charms as you’d like and put them onto a necklace chain; Make your very own necklace.” She smiled. I was sold.

As I stood there trying to think of what I could possibly put together on this necklace, I thought of multiple things; just a simple letter “S” to represent the last name of my significant other but that didn’t feel right. My name, but not that either. My nieces name, but that felt too cliché. I started to look through the symbols, instead of the letters. I noticed an ‘&’in a rose gold metal with little fake diamonds in the center. Suddenly I knew.

I walked out of that store five minutes later with a necklace around my neck that read “M&M”. And yeah, I know, cliché right? But I didn’t care. But I never really liked my name until it stood next to his. The necklace had a rose gold tint in it with little silver diamonds surrounding the center of each letter and I loved how pretty it looked, and how pretty it made me feel.

Over the next few days I received numerous compliments on the necklace, and most people didn’t even know what it stood for, or what it represented, or how much it meant to me. Imagine if they had known that to me, it meant a partnership, it held promises, and it owned a piece of my heart, just like he does.

Over time the necklace began to lose its beauty. It started to rust and wear and the little diamonds began to fall out. I wore that thing until it was on its leg, I wore it every day, where ever I went, I never wanted to take it off and I didn’t.

Eventually the necklace was too dull to wear, so sadly I had to stop wearing it. But that doesn’t mean I don’t admire it every day. For now the necklace hangs on the rear view mirror of my car and sometimes it swings in the air and taps my windshield. It still means a lot to me even though the beauty isn’t all there, it is still just as valuable to me and it will continue to be.

I am...

I am…

A fuzzy blanket, warm sweatpants, comfy socks, and my favorite movie on a rainy day.

My mom’s homemade hot tomato soup and grilled cheese when my throat hurts and I can’t breathe.

A girlfriend, a best pal, and a biggest fan to Morgan, a man who has the sweetest heart and loves me even though I’m stubborn and at times hard to please, who knows my favorites and my hates and handles my ups and my downs, a man who has taught me so much and only wants the very best for me.

Stubborn beyond belief, hard headed, and passionate.

I am...

A creamy green bean casserole, a mound of mashed potatoes and hot brown gravy, a golden caramelized ham, and delicious turkey flavored stuffing.

A cold root beer on a hot day at the stadium, a pitcher on the mound, my dad and I sitting side by side in the bleachers, the smack of a ball hitting the palm of a glove, the dirt on the side of the players pants from sliding into home, the game of baseball.

Crafts and love letters, journals, and scrapbooks.

Blogging and reblogging, and blogging again.

A camera, a journal, a pen, a story, a quote, a name, a source, a publisher, an ad coordinator, a salesmen, a reporter, a story teller.

I am…

A 17 year old who has no idea where she is going, what she is doing, or how she’s going to get there.

A best pal to MaCayla, who listens to me even when I am complaining too much, who handles me when I laugh too loud or cry for no reason, a supporter who always has my back and my best interest at heart, a friend when I feel alone, who makes me laugh when I need it or even when I don’t, who I can call every time I get hungry because I know she is too, who I loved dearly.

Spending money on things I don’t need with money I don’t have, always getting tired of the clothes in my closet and always wanting more,more, more.

Fettuccine Alfredo, garlic bread, toasted ravioli, Stromboli, pasta salad, and lasagna.

Painted faces, bandanas of all colors, standing on the bleachers with my friends, yelling my heart out at the refs, glitter in my hair, chant after chant, Friday night under the stadium lights, football season.

Vanilla Dr. Pepper with extra vanilla.

Simply me.