Why is it we never see the good thing we have or rather had until it's gone. We spend all our life looking for this something that will make us happy or mybe we didn't know that it made us that happy until we loose it. Then we wake up one morning wondering why we feel so lost and reach over and rember a wormth that was there once. I know that the wormth never last long but it is something more then that. Something more...... 
