(I love lyrics from new to me songs.)
At the fair this weekend I finally found a new ring. I'd worn my ring from camp for about 7 years. Lost it last fall (VERY sad, but it's just a thing too). Luckily, I had an extra ring that I wore afterwards. Unluckily that ring broke during the middle of my senior thesis presentation.
So, new ring. Which is kinda cool. Because the old ring definitely represented a strong part of my past. Maybe this ring will be a symbol of my life here?
In any case, I have something to fiddle with. And I don't feel naked anymore. Strange how even after a few months without a ring I still missed the feeling of it on my finger.
Strange what you do miss. And when. And why.
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