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Last year while I was in Florida, I bought myself this beautiful watch that looked like a Pandora bracelet for my birthday. I promptly lost it a week later. I've been mad at myself about that ever since. But at the same time, I'm kinda glad that I know it's gone for good. I would hate to find it lying somewhere around my room after all this time just to lose it all over again or break it or something of the like. I couldn't take losing it twice. And who knows, I'll probably find one that looks kinda like it, maybe I'll find one even better (I've been eyeing this gold Burberry charm watch for the longest) but I'll never find that particular watch again. Which kinda sucks because it was really beautiful.
We never know why we lose things until we stumble upon better things. And yet somehow, the thing we lost manages to stay with us without physically staying with us. What other explanation is there for me remembering this watch I bought a year ago and only owned for a week?
I think by now we know I'm not just talking about a watch. I think we also know that when something impacts your life, whether it be a person, place or even something as small as a watch, you can't forget it, even if you try. And for the sake of having experienced something so beautiful, why would you want to?