Sickness rising in my gut. Hands twisting my throat into knots. Fingers pinching my nose, pushing tears that need no beckoning. Something heavy drops into the pit of my stomach. It's that all too familiar realization: it's gone.
How did I lose it? When did it fall? /Where/ did it fall? Oh how could I have done it again? Everything dear to me, every material object that I care about, gets torn away from me. It's no one's fault. Though, it's probably mine. The chain breaks, or my hair-bands pull it off, either way, the sweet, precious charms come lose and fall never to be found again. How do they disappear so quickly? Neither are so small that they could be hidden in the carpet. But why? They mean so much to me. They are from the one I love so dearly. I see them and smile. When they left me, I cried. Sobbing, I searched my room, tearing it apart. But to no avail.
I am terrible. I am horrible. Don't buy me nice things. I'll just lose them. Just give me your love, that's enough. And it's something I hope I'll never, ever lose.