Still dreaming

Well, I dreamt again last night about my stolen wedding rings. It's been 9 months, and I'm still missing those rings. I guess that only makes sense as I'd been wearing them for 17 years. I wish my heart didn't still hurt, and tears didn't still come into my eyes thinking about them. They were, after all, pieces of gold and diamond. I've said it all before, so I won't repeat myself about how much they meant, etc. Truth be told, I'm still hurting, and I still hope I'll find them. 

I dreamt that they were not in fact stolen - that one of my cats had played with them and knocked them from my bedside table onto the floor, then scooted them under my bed. What did I do when I first woke up? I moved that bed! Were they there? No. Didn't think so, but it was worth a try. (No, this wasn't the first time I'd looked under the bed. I just thought maybe I'd missed them.)

Oh well, I'll get on with my day, put on my new ring, and remember that it means all the same things the original ones did. The rings are different - how much we love each other, even how we love each other, hasn't changed at all.