My wedding ring.
No, it's not the biggest diamond you ever saw and no, it wasn't that expensive, but it means the world to me.
In class I was getting fake mugged (it was a competancy and in the medical field you deal with all sorts of people, even robbers) and she demanded my ring and I started balling in front of the class like she actually robbed me.
My ring hasn't been past my knuckle since my husband slipped it on and it's the closest thing I have of him right now since he's gone. I miss him SO much but always, I have a piece of him touching me all the time.
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