My wedding ring. The ring he gave me the day we got married in november of 07. It's usually right there. I rest my coffee mug on it. I think not wearing our rings, has been one of the hardest things. Why? It just didn't seem right. We want to be able to put them on together again. We are going to do it together. We pinky promised. I miss it. My hand looks naked. I feel lost without looking down and be able to think about him. Now when I look down, I think about how I messed up and how distant we really are from each other.. I miss you today baby..