That One Time

Many years ago, a boy gave me a ring. It was a very unique sterling silver ring. I can't quite describe it but I'll try anyway. There are two pieces that fit together a bit loosely but was designed in such a way that the two pieces cannot come apart. The closest picture I can find online is this:

The design is quite similar but the top part of my ring was a separate piece from the bottom part, held together by the little 'wave' design.

I cherished the ring so much; at times, I suspect, I loved the ring much more than I ever loved the person. It became a symbol of what I perceived to be true love.

After that boy broke my heart, I continued wearing the ring. One day, while playing with it, the two parts that I thought could not be separated actually came apart. As cliched as it sounds, it made me reflect on the relationship: how I thought we'd always be together.

Then, I lost the ring. I don't recall how but I was devastated and became obsessed with finding a replica. Some years later, I was in Hong Kong when I found something similar. I wore it daily until I lost that one too.

We find things and we lose them.