A year ago, I thought I lost my favourite pair of sunglasses. I moped for an entire week. I did manage to find it later, deliriously happy, and I've never been apart from it ever since.
It broke into three pieces today. I tried putting them back together, but it refused, it wouldn't.
How long will I mourn its demise, I don't know. But it's been with me to so many places - London, Stratford-upon-Avon, Singapore, Hongkong, and many other important destinations, a mute witness to the pivotal events that happened.
Somehow, despite it all, the steady onslaught of loss is still able to take me by surprise.