Even after knowing my gold chain is broken, its jagged edges scratching my skin, I still chose to keep it intact. Every morning, as I clasped it around my neck, I felt the sting, a familiar reminder of its imperfections. The chain had once shone brightly, a symbol of something beautiful and strong.

Time had taken its toll, though, and the chain now bore signs of wear and tear. It scratched and irritated my skin, but I continued to wear it, clinging to the memories of its original...