I lost it.

I lost it, and I don’t know where.

The store, my house?

Somewhere?

I’m crying and mascara’s running down my face,

stupid stupid.

I loved it.

I loved it.

I had it for four years,

and I just lost it in two hours.

I don’t know where.

Here or there?

Stupid stupid,

I can’t even talk about it.

It’s like grieving for one person all over again,

and grieving for someone who never died.

Oh my gosh.

Stupid stupid,

how did I lose it?

I loved it.

I love it.

I loved her.

I love him.

Ohmygosh.

How.

Did.

I.

Lose.

It.