It's better to have loved, and lost than to have - whatever, f u.

This past summer I thought I lost my once-engagement ring (im not sure if that makes sense, but whatever, the ring that was once my engagement ring).

It was during the time that I moved into my own place and I remembered where I had it, and then it was gone. 

I cried. I searched. I cried. And searched some more.

I never found it, and was convinced someone stole it - mind you, I was living alone.  Either that or I thought I threw it out by mistake because I had too many stupid little zales boxes.

Anyway, my mejorcita told me it was the only way I could've gotten rid of it. Meaning it was the best way (i think thats what she meant), because if it were up to me I would've held on to something that really had no purpose in my life anymore.  It was what sorta tied my ex, although him and I weren't friends anymore, sort of together.

I got over it and thought you know what, its better that I lost it. I really would've not been able to get rid of it, what better way than not knowing how it disappeared, right?

Well - I found it last Thursday, as I was looking for something else...funny, huh...it always takes looking for something to else, to actually find something you thought you once lost.

Now I don't know what to do with it.  I felt so stupid because I got sooo happy that I found it. Like come on chi. its over. I don't know if I should try to find the best deal on the streets for it, by just selling it, or if I should save it - for Lord knows what.

Now I'm going to sleep.