Being the burara that i am, i lost a lot of stuff before. And although i am very sentimental, I so dislike that dismal feeling, the regret, that I have always preferred to accept the loss, forget about it and move on.
Until now, when I have lost my wedding ring.
It was a Wednesday when i removed both my engagement and wedding rings as well as my wristwatch to play badminton. They're a bit big since i've lost a little weight, i didn't want them flying right off my finger. i should have left them on :( Thursday, as i prepare to go to work and reached for them inside my bag pocket - i only got my wristwatch and my engagement ring. Right away a cold, clammy feeling of unease settles in my stomach. I searched my bags but nothing. I immediately told Chard. I know he was pissed but he kept mum about it. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it.I hushed myself with the thought that it will turn up eventually.
It's been over a month now. Still no sign of it. It's slowly dawning on me that it's gone. possibly forever. (and this makes me cry as i type it) :-(( As i look at my engagement ring so alone and so lonely on my finger - i feel heavy and drawn. I want my ring back! Never mind the monetary value, it's our wedding ring. i love its simplicity, its rusticness - the story behind it... I want it back!
