You lose it and it comes back, and then you lose it again. But... It's worth it. Every time you see the little glimpse of it. It's worth it. It makes you feel young again.

[It's a feel he knew the other would appreciate. Sadly lately it's been harder and harder to find. He would never admit that. Not to himself. There's so much good to still be seen. But it's hard. Even when you know what you could do by saying such things it's quite hard to stop yourself from spilling it all.]

You've just got to keep reminding yourself it's out there. Just reminding yourself to keep searching for it, wherever you can.