A word about rings

So when I moved here so long ago, so much was new. In my new place of business I took off my new ring in the bathroom and forgot it there. Less than an hour later it was gone never to return again. This made me deeply troubled and very angry. For my birthday this year Lisa and I purchased a new ring. I was surprised at how this has made me angry again at the loss of the original ring, which I coveted greatly. Thinking of it now still gets my blood boiling. It is hard not to think of these things. I had so much vested in enjoying my original ring that I purchased a safe to house it in until the date of my marriage. It is featured on the cover of our wedding album. I still have the original receipt. I have everything except for the ring. I think no matter what replacement I found I was doomed to feel this way and dislike the new ring. I will be replacing the band this weekend. The feeling the ring gives me is unpleasant and I have grown to dislike the design of the ring itself. I need to do some more shopping on this and get a better feeling from wearing this little metal band around my finger. It should bring me joy and announce love to the world. It has instead brought me anguish and faceless thievery. I hope that the next ring it a little more to my liking after all...