I lost a ring tonight. I shouldn't be surprised but I am. Not by that I lost a ring; that happened a lot of times already. But that I knew it could happen, yet I took it off my finger and placed it on the thin rail at tita Libette's balcony so I could take a photo of it. When I was about to replace it in my finger, it fell off the terrace. It just fell. I want to scream my lungs out but heck, I can't do anything about it. To look for it would have been so tedious. It fell either on the plant pots of the tenants on the first floor, or on the garden. Or just about anywhere in the darkness. Stupid? Yes, stupid, stupid, stupid. But I can't do anything about it so let. Me. Stop.
See that black ring on the right? Yeah, I lost her. The other ring survives.
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Losing the ring sucks more -- it's not even a good photo!
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