Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
Some days I just get this feeling that you’re around the corner, on the next street, at a different time, never crossing paths.
Other days I just get this feeling that you don’t even exist for me.