When something's gone

7:30 in the morning... My all time earliest post. Well, I guess when you have stuff to say, you have stuff to say.
Okay, so, sometimes in life, you find something special. Something you hold above all else. A gift from a loved one, a few words written on a scrap of paper written at just the right time, the first drawing of you your child put so much effort in, saying "I love you." a person, even. That thing becomes so special to you, the thought of it disappearing is simply... Incomprehensible. You don't know what you'd do. And if you ever do loose it, you're crushed. You can spend hours, days, weeks, months even, just searching for it. the thought of anything replacing it is simply insane. For a while, nothing else matters.
Then, later, after lack of sleep, emotional torment, and possibly a torn apart house, when you find it, the feeling can't be described actually. Relief, euphoria, everything the exact opposite of when you lost it. You never, ever want to loose it again. And if you do, the process starts all over again, just maybe a little stronger.
All you ever want is it back.
Anyway, that's it for me. I'm off to think about things.
Until next time.

Just because it matters to you, doesn't mean anyone cares, I guess.