Three times a charm? Never taught me well enough.
I still find out when it’s all too late after all.
Found and not looked for, indeed.
Like an old favourite cassette or a page from an old, embarrassing diary or that perfect pair of shoes that’s just your size when, damn! You already spent all your money on some other things you care less about, or on alcohol, or on really overpriced food or something.
Obviously it’s much, much more heartbreaking than that.
But then I guess it’s a good thing.
Now no one can say I’ve got no heart. Ha.