Sentimental Values

I've always had them for inanimate objects. It's a part of me. People may think it is ridiculous, but I'm not one of those "Haiyah, lost already then buy new one lah!" kind of person. I can't just replace it like that. Money doesn't do any justice. Well, not to the guilt, that is.

So I lost my beautiful purple Nike bottle. I know there are much bigger and worse problems than that in the whole wide world but it's been with me the whole time. It was there for me through my rough times.. It also fell a few times on the rocky road and survives with scratches here and there. But STILL survives. It stays by my side.. Now it's gone. Because of me. I'm hopeless. I can't even guard it well long enough. 1 year plus isn't long enough.

I thought, "Oh, I'll surely forget if I put it here," and yet I still placed it right in front of me, on the table. Dined. And left without the bloody bottle. I should've listened to my own thoughts in my head. I even turned back to check if I'd left anything before leaving. Am I really that blind?!? SIGH. It saddens me so much. I should stop. Heading to bed now. Goodnight.

And goodbye, dearest bottle of mine. You were my most favourite, truly, you are.

Signing off,
Cindy.