Parting is such sweet sorrow... :(

It was dearly beloved. I'll probably never see it again. It simply just slipped off my finger. I left work at ABC and got in my car and suddenly I realized that my finger felt naked. Because my finger was naked. I lost my marquisite ring. The same ring that adorned my right ring finger for the past 4 years. That same ring that I bought at Target for ten bucks but to me it was priceless. The same ring that saw me through so much. I bought that ring shortly after I became single again and it somehow became more than just a ring....silly as it sounds it became a piece of me. It was the ring that evoked dozens and dozens of compliments and people would ask me if it was an engagement ring. So naturally, sometimes I used to slip it on my left finger and pretend to be engaged. It was the kind of ring that would make a perfect example of what kind of engagement ring I would want if or when I would ever get engaged (big gasp). But more importantly it became a ring that symoblized lots of things for me. If I ever felt sad or lonely sometimes I would look at it and be reminded of the fact that I have a lover of my soul (a bridegroom).
Now it's vanished, gone....my stupid fingers swell and shrink, swell and shrink....they always have. No wonder I tell people never to buy me expensive jewerly. I lose it or break it. Grr....

I'm mouning the loss of a piece of misshapen metal. I need to stop being so sentimental and move on. All I can say is that if I get reunited with that ring, it will be a miracle from God (for all I know it could have been swept up in the trash).