I lost my favorite necklace. The clasp came undone whilst I was out and about and I realized it was missing from my neck all too late. I sent good thoughts out into the universe in the hopes it would return my necklace but it's been 4 days and I don't think I'll be getting it back. I just hope the person who found it loves it as much as I did.

I know it's just a necklace but I really loved that thing so allow me a bit of secular mourning.

Seriously, that domino necklace was amazing. It was so... me. We clicked. It was lucky and pretty and made me feel confident whenever it was around my neck. It was a conversation piece and fun to fiddle with when I was nervous. I had rubbed my thumb over the smooth side of the domino so many times the picture of the flapper was smudged. The sides of the picture were slightly faded and the smudge was right in front of the flapper's lips so it looked like she was breathing into the cold (it was a profile picture so she was turned to the side). It was black and white (domino, picture, cord and beads) so it went with anything. It was my favorite piece of jewerly and I had looked forward to having it for a good while.

Now it's gone. A piece of myself is out there somewhere. A small piece, yes, but a piece of me. I've been off kilter all week.

Again, I know it sounds silly to be so depressed over the loss of a necklace and the guys out there probably won't understand but this really did mean something to me.

So yeah, that's what's on my mind.