There's a couple of rings I've had for over ten years. One I found in the yard of the house we'd just moved into after leaving what'd felt like home. It's the One Ring from Lord of the Rings, but really faded. The other is a high school class ring from the same state, the place I've lived the longest to date for almost seven years. The schools there were some of the worst experiences of my life, but I... the town itself and the people were the nicest. I've had that ring for around 4 or 5 years I think.
Yesterday I lost both of them. I know it's just jewelry but I have such an emotional connection to both of them. I'd went all over town retracing my steps, some places I had to come back to so they had time to look. And, she. This amazing woman found both of them. I'm not the best at socializing, but I sincerely hope that my gratitude came across to her. I ended up having a tearful episode in the building's restroom almost immediately after. I can't believe my rings were so close to being gone forever, and that someone not only found them but also returned them.