I pull apart the top and bottom of the gray and copper colored lined box to find a necklace, the beginning of my constant reminder. It’s simple at first glance, if you were anybody else, but anybody else isn’t me. I read the inscription below the jewelry that reads “You have my heart.” I pull the long chain out by wrapping my fingers around the simplicity of the two hearts intertwined, one bigger than the other, but both hooked onto the same long chain of small metal ovals to connect at a single clasp. I wrap the cool chain around my neck, pushing my hair down with the weight of the chain. I take my hair from the inside of the loop to sit around the metal.

The feeling of longing to see him is constantly in my thoughts. The memories in my mind are always on replay. It’s not like I won’t see him again, but every second we are apart is like a part of me has drifted off into the abyss of life that can only be filled by memories. The memories I only want to make more of. It’s a place only he can pull me from. A place where my “simple” pieces of jewelry can deepen the drift, the very place I want to be sucked into, allowing him to fill my thoughts even further. The very place I don’t need to ask myself how such a person can make me feel this way. I easily find the feeling of his big arms circling around me, the feeling of warmth, the way his head softly rests on mine because of the foot that separates us. The way he suppresses his smile when we finally meet again, the hint of happiness behind each word. Every time I look over and see him looking, his blue eyes lock with mine quickly. The acknowledgement we both make in silence that he was looking when I wasn't, with the way our eyes meet. 

I grab a hold of my necklace, letting it rest on my thumb and placing both my pointer and middle fingers on top. I feel the raises on the sides that the hearts make with my pointer finger as I slide it from top to bottom, the rigids of the fake jewels apparent to my fingertips. I lift up my necklace, allowing the chain to press against my right cheek, pulling tight with my fingers on the piece that forms the hearts. 

He has a softness in his voice when he says "I love you so much," and never just "I love you." That's too bland, for the both of us. Things like that, simple yet complicated things, make up all of him. There’s never a time of doubt he has ever formed with me, the lack of this leaving me loving harder. He exhibits a love, a tremendously strong love that I feel in everything he does. A love that always makes my hope only more solid. Needless to say, I love everything about him. I love the way his soft brown hair curls up and to the back of his head. I love his light blue eyes with dark tints encircling them. I love the fact that he gave me something, something so simple, that became so complicated because of feelings he molded into my life. 

The necklace, a constant reminder of every feeling I build on every moment of every day for him, because of his love, is one I never take off.