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I had lost it. Due to my own carelessness. I never ever thought I'd ever see it again..

It was one of my favourite things. Something I almost thought was a part of myself. Something I almost took for granted. But I lost it. I blame myself and no one else. I should have been more careful. I ached coz of the void it left and the constant thought that there was nothing I could do to get it back. I Spent so many months wondering, thinking about it, reliving memories that I shared with it. All the smiles and laughter it brought, the crying and despair it saw me through. Two weeks ago I found it again. It was not exactly how it used to be. Time had roughened it edges, and maybe even made it seem less familiar. And suddenly I wasn't sure if I wanted it back. I had gotten used to being without it. I had surrendered to the thought that it was gone forever. Hadn't I even tried to replace it with other things in my life? Almost like I had never needed it in the first place..

And yet here it was back again.. Should I reach out and take it? Or walk away from it choosing to continue in the solace I had found?