MMMiii!

I have this ring that was given to me by my brother’s friend. And I thought I lost it last Saturday. It was raining so hard and I was running about to get under a shade so I don’t get soaked too much. It was past midnight, I was tired with only 2 hours of sleep and I was just wanting to go to bed. My ring kept on slipping off that time.

When I arrived home, I just threw my bag on my chair and removed my shoes and socks and shirt. I fell asleep the moment my head fell on a pillow. I woke up with a start a few hours later and realized that my ring was gone. I checked all the sides of my bed where it would usually fall off, checked all pillows, under the bed, inside the fridge, my messy desk… it was nowhere to be found. I ran outside to check the street, the gutter, the garbage dump, just to see if it’s there somewhere, but I couldn’t find it.

I really felt sad. I plurked about it. I tweeted about it. I cried about it. I blogged about this before since I thought I lost it a couple of years ago. I really thought it was lost. I even started checking out websites where to get puzzle rings where I was surprised to see a lot of designs like some with dolphins or certified diamonds… They were all beautiful, and I was really about to order one, had I figured out faster how to determine my ring size.

Well, yesterday, I knelt on my bed and felt something poking from under the cover. Hope filled my heart as I inserted my hand inside the hole on my bed cover to the middle of the cushion… and I found it! My ring.

So it wasn’t gone after all. So much for being so emo about it.

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