My precious :'( :'( :'(

I was pissed and punched my hand into the glass and my precious ring broke and with it so did my heart... Call me a baby... call me a nagging idiot... call me whatever I don't care. To me that ring is more than just any ring... it has meaning, it's my precious... I almost never took it off my hand (only when i absolutley had to) and when I did take it off on those rare occasions I felt really weird. Empty. I know what you're thinking so spare me, I've heard it from others before you. To me the value of a thing isn't for how much I got it or what it's made of... it's what the thing represents for me, what meaning it has to me... and the value of that ring is more than you could ever know... :'(