On my 21st birthday, Sof gave me a little silver cross with a diamond, on a silver chain. I've worn it ever since, taking it off only when I want to wear a different necklace.
I usually absent-mindedly play with the cross with my left hand, when I'm thinking, or reading, or chilling out, or even when I'm walking.
Yesterday, I decided to wear a different necklace with the matching earrings. It all looked very nice.
But I forgot to put on my cross again.
Today, I keep reaching up to play with the cross, only to remember that it's not there.
It feels strange not to have my cross.
I didn't put on my rings again either, after I took them off to clean the bathroom. It feels strange not to have my rings on, but stranger still without my cross. Almost...empty, somehow.
I know it's not there...but I keep reaching for it nonetheless.
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