"Yet you still value the things you’ve lost the most.
Because the things you’ve lost are still perfect in your head.
They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the
memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day
by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could
have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still
existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and
deteriorating. Only the things you no longer have will always be
perfect."
