We live far away.
Not necessarily in kilometers.
Sometimes at specific times.
In responsibilities.
In schedules that never coincide.
Between jobs, children, flights, moving and "see you soon", the years pass almost without making a sound.
And then one day it happens.
A coffee, a tea, a matcha that is so fashionable now, finally becomes a reality.
A meal that takes longer than expected.
A look that needs no explanation.
Some friendships don't need daily maintenance.
They just need the truth.
When we sit face to face, we don't talk about the obvious.
We didn't count the years or the absences.
We talked as if no time had passed.
And yet, we were completely different.
More calm.
Safer.
More aware.
While I was talking, I noticed something curious.
I looked at my hand.
She was wearing the Tess ring .
A ring covered in white stones in a circular cut , each held by two delicate claws .
A clean, continuous, uninterrupted design.
I've always thought it was a simple ring.
Even basic.
But that day I understood that basic does not mean small.
It means essential.
There are jewels that do not seek the limelight.
They accompany.
The Tess ring has some of that.
It's timeless. It doesn't depend on trends.
It works with everything. It doesn't compete with anything.
Like certain friendships.
We laughed remembering who we were.
Impulsive decisions.
The wrong loves.
Dreams that changed shape.
And in the midst of all that, I realized that growing up is not about leaving things behind.
It's about integration.
We are not the same.
But we haven't stopped being that either.
Adult life is difficult to coordinate.
It's difficult to agree.
It's difficult to sustain.
But when something is true, it doesn't need frequency.
It needs a root.
Perhaps that's why I like complete wedding rings made of white stones .
Because there is no visible beginning or end.
Only continuity.
There were no perfect photos that day.
There were no official toasts.
Just two women who are no longer trying to prove anything to each other.
And a ring that did not promise eternity.
But it does have permanence.
Sometimes nostalgia isn't sadness.
It's confirmation.
Confirmation that what was important…
It still is.
And that some things, like certain friendships
or certain rings,
They never go out of style.
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