Swatch it

It was a surprise birthday gift, the watch. And it was a Swatch, and a beautiful one, to add to it. With its large round black dial and metallic body, it was exactly what I would have reached out for on the shelf myself. The black square shaped crystals along the strap and the dial, added just the right amount of glamour, without making it over the top. And it did fit perfectly as well, comfortably falling along my wrist.
I have never been into brands, and have lived wearing stuff I pick off the streets, it allows me the bargain, something I enjoyed more than the buy. But then I married a man who was close to crazy about branded watches and owned a collection of it himself. I still remember the look on his face when I told him that I don’t wear watches. I saw him almost reconsider his decision to marry me.
My last watch was my mother’s and I wore it to school. It had stopped working before I left school, but by then I had given up wearing watches. As much as was thrilled to have it, I complained that I was bad at taking care of such expensive gifts. My husband had then disappointedly suggested exchanging it for something else. But when I considered how my otherwise unromantic husband had taken the pain of not only buying the gift in advance but had also waited till the clock stuck twelve on my birthday and given it with a bunch of flowers; I felt that there could be nothing more precious than this.
Since then I wear the watch regularly when I go out. It tells me more than the time of the day, reminding me of all the times that I shared with my husband, the good and the bad, the fights, the resolutions, the love and the laughs. In short, it reminds me that I am very married.
Since then, I received two more watches, both on birthdays. Well, I am not complaining.