It’s time for another ring. A ring that commemorates me. One that separates the ones that came before it but never replaces them. For they are special. Each, special in its own way and holding memories of an M that once was.
Although I don’t know what you’ll look like, I know you’ll gleam; and I’ll know you when I see you.
Oh and one for thing! You and I?
We’re going to make happy memories.
To a new beginning.