The feeling you get when you’ve misplaced something you treasure is so painful.
My heart hurts.
It starts so innocuous, something like “oh where’s my…? I must have left it behind in its spot…”
Only to return to said spot later on and it morphs into, “wait, where’s my…? It’s not here????”
And then you look in the few other spots you might have set it down or left it and it changes to “fuck, where’s my…? Did I fuckin lose my…??”
And then that hurt slowly starts to grow. You check more spots, think harder, retrace your steps, think more, not here, not there, what about somewhere, where oh where???
And then the pain comes, the doubt enters, the sadness develops.
The treasure… Where’s the treasure?
