You’re missing toy.

The feeling you got as a little kid, when your favorite toy. The nights you cried for it, wouldn’t eat without it. The your mom buys you a new toy, and you slowly start to forget how heartbroken you were over losing it. Barely even remembering it existed. One day as you clean your room, behind a headboard, you find your old toy. The joyful feeling, almost as if you are whole again. When you get older you fall in love, he’s almost like a favorite toy, you take him everywhere. You eat with him, dinners together. Then you loose them, just like the toy. This time you don’t get a new one, you cry every night, longing for it back in your grasp. Then, just as you start to move on, he shows up, it feels like you’ve found him again. So why don’t you feel the same joy, as you did all those years ago, when you found your missing toy.