"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."