Eternal Love Stories
She was born into an aristocratic family, at eighteen years old, she was as enchanting as a rose and as captivating as a butterfly. A throng of noble young men surrounded her, mesmerized by her every move. She could easily extend her hand and choose any one of them, securing a life of wealth and luxury.
Yet, deep in her heart, a yearning for true love stirred, for without the nourishment of love, even the best of times would be nothing but a lament. Unfortunately, none of the young gentlemen around her could capture her heart.
She met him while retrieving jewelry at a store. From the first glance, her beauty and elegance were etched into his heart. He treated her like a goddess, meticulously helping her try on and package the jewelry, and thoughtfully advising her on care.
Although he was merely a craftsman, his handsome appearance, courteous manners, and erudition made her delicate heart flutter. Thus began their story.
From then on, she became a regular at the jewelry store, spending entire days by his side, resting her chin in her hand, eyes smiling as she patiently watched him transform a piece of gold into a beautiful ring, as if admiring the greatest performance on earth. He would spend sleepless nights under a burning oil lamp, tirelessly crafting a butterfly earring she liked. Their relationship blossomed naturally and sweetly, like a butterfly in love with a flower.
Wherever there were flowers, there would be butterflies, and wherever there were butterflies, flowers were sure to be seen. They promised each other to hold hands for life and never part.
But a noblewoman and a poor craftsman, how could society allow them to stay together? She held his hand and vowed, “No one can separate us. I will speak to my family. You must believe in me!”
He believed in her, and so he gazed daily in the direction she left, hoping to see her figure appear at the end of the road, bringing the joy of “holding your hand till death do us part.” Day after day, peach blossoms fell at his feet, but she never reappeared.
By then, she was about to marry another. Just as she was resolutely preparing to break away from her family for love, tragedy struck like a wave crashing over the bow of a ship. A brutal war decimated her family overnight, leaving them on the brink of displacement.
The only one who could save them was a promising young general. In an instant, the heavy burden of fate fell upon her delicate shoulders. Should she fight for love and selfishly seek her own happiness, or save her family and sacrifice herself for them? Ultimately, she chose the latter.
The wedding date was set, and the groom assigned the task of creating the bride’s wedding ring to the jewelry store where he worked. His heart shattered like spring willow catkins scattered in the air. Often, fate leaves no choice. Since that was the case, he could only pray silently for the lifelong happiness of the woman he loved.
He decided to make a unique ring for her, just as she was the only one in his heart. He didn’t use the materials provided by the store but spent all his savings to buy a 3-carat colored diamond from South Africa. Though not the largest, it was flawless, a rare gem like their pure and unblemished love.
Making the ring for her became the most important task of his life. As he meticulously crafted the ring, he thought of their shared moments and her every smile, pouring his longing into the diamond’s dazzling brilliance, often forgetting to eat or sleep.
Months later, the ring was finally completed. The ring, filled with deep affection, had an exquisite shape and a brilliant shine that attracted many nobles. But no matter how high the price offered, he firmly shook his head.
Though the ring seemed perfect to others, he was never satisfied. Beautiful rings were plentiful in the world; how could he make it unique and convey his unchanging love? One day, while modifying a silver ring for a common woman, he accidentally burned his finger. Amid the excruciating pain, he discovered that the silver ring now bore a fingerprint that couldn’t be erased.
Yes, he would imprint his fingerprint on her diamond ring. His love for her was unique, and so was his fingerprint.
Six months later, the ideal ring was completed. By then, his hands were covered in scars, his eyes sunken, his body emaciated, and his hair streaked with gray.
She married as planned. When the pure, flawless, and dazzling ring was presented to her, her heart trembled. The ring was so beautiful and pure, like an ode to their past love. As she examined the ring closely, she noticed a clear and complete fingerprint inside the band. Tears streamed down her face as she deeply kissed the ring. It was his fingerprint. Only he would endure the pain of a burn to imprint his fingerprint on a tiny ring.
How much pain he must have felt pressing his hand against the burning ring! From then on, the diamond ring became her most cherished possession. She often sat by the window, gazing at it for hours, eyes filled with both smiles and tears.
Unintentionally, fate presented her with another choice. Years later, her husband was killed in battle, making her a widow. This time, she chose to live for herself. Rejecting her family’s arrangements, she traveled miles to find the creator of the fingerprint ring.
In a jewelry store named “Fingerprint Rings—Love Because You Are Unique,” she finally reunited with her lover after thirty years. By then, his temples were gray, and her face was worn, but the moment their eyes met, they saw each other reflected in their eyes.
He had remained unmarried, and after thirty years, the romantic love story finally brought his goddess back. This time, no force could separate them. They would be like the fingerprint on the ring, never changing their love for each other.
Her name was Ong Julie, his name was Saint Pierre. They lived in 18th century France. Their story made many people believe in love. The fingerprint rings they crafted have been passed down to this day, with many lovers buying a fingerprint ring, hoping their love would be as unique and unchanging as a fingerprint
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