I guess that's the way it was intended to be.
If something stays for too long,
we forget its existence.
or simply out,
take it for granted.
Only when it goes,
will we treasure it.
will we admire its beauty,
in all the splendor.
This is one of our flaws.
as so commonly commented,
we only wish it
when it's gone.
Even hard work,
even pain,
life,
and death.
even love.
especially love.
the happiest memories,
come when it is no longer there.
everything may be going to hell,
but I'll probably miss it
when this job is all over.
as unlikely as it is at the moment.
I probably would.
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