The Loss of a Peridot.

I hate losing things. It seems like everything in life I have any attachment to I loose in one way or any other. This time it was a little peridot necklace that someone who I cared about and was very close to gave me. I have no idea what the monetary value was, but to me it had great sentimental value. This isn’t the first time I’ve lost a piece of jewelry, I’ve lost many a pendent… most notably though breaking or being stolen. But this little one, this one was thrown away by accident (not by me).

Because I don’t wear much jewelry, I don’t have a jewelry box. I didn’t want the delicate gold necklace to get tangled in with some other piece of jewelry so I put it in it’s own bag. That was my mistake, because it was small and alone, it apparently was mistaken for an empty bag and discarded. I thought it was safe on the table, that no one would mess with it, I was wrong.

It saddens me, I know it was “only a thing” and I never really wore it much, but I loved my little peridot necklace and I’ll never see it again. It also makes me sad because it makes me feel as though it is representative of my life, in that if I value something and attach a great deal of emotion to it, I end up loosing it. Things that I don’t care about, I never seem to loose. Only things that matter.