The first time this piece of metal touched my finger I had an adrenaline rush, it felt heavier than it looked, for I knew that it's not just a piece of metal, but the symbol of love of the man who has accepted to be there by myside through thick and thin. From that moment I decided I would never shed the first form of his love from my hands ever, and I would carry it always just like how I carry his love in my heart. When one fine day I realised the ring was missing in my hands, I felt it deep down in me, I cursed myself for not even noticing it when it drifted down my fingers. But I knew it would come in search of me and this keepsake would not leave my fingers easily, today morning when the sight of the ring reached my eyes I had small drops of tears. I never went in search of it physically but my subconscious search for it helped me reach it.
When I write this I'm reminded of Paulo coelho's words: "when you want something the whole world conspires in helping you achieve it'
