My dear young friend watched me strip things I'd cherished from around the place.  It became as grim and cheerless as my expression and just before i threw everything into the trashcan she gave me the benefit of her experience.  In speaking of tokens and symbols that I'd held dear to me, she told me, "You'll get them back someday.  It'll take time, but you'll be able to like them again."

They went into the trash anyway.  The "someday" she told me about may never happen.