I had a pocket watch once. It was my great grandfathers. Silver. I liked to wear it when I wore a tuxedo. I had a prolonged toxic relationship and I ended up leaving it at her apartment after the final breakup. My mother was pissed but I couldn't sacrifice myself to getting it back. A couple of years later, the woman needed the spare key to her safe that I had left in my parents safe and they traded the key for the watch. My Mom is waiting to give it to my son, I think.