I've lost it. I've lost my ring.

The second I realized it wasn't on I got this sinking feeling of dread in my stomach. I knew it was lost.

Usually I only take it off for small things, washing my hands, cleaning the bathroom, if I have hives really bad. Even then I always make a mental note of the exact spot I put it. Usually a pocket or the side of the sink, sometimes my desk.

This time I didn't even remember taking it off. I checked the places I usually find it: no such luck. Did I misplace it in the midst of moving adams things? Did I take it off somewhere strange because my hives have been particularly bad? Did I slip it off in my sleep?

I've looked all day to no avail. It may sound materialistic but Adam gave me that ring on our first anniversary. I loved that ring more than any other material thing I've ever owned. That ring was symbolic. It meant something really important. And now its gone.