What's it like to lose something you love?

I remember I bought a bracelet in the old city last year when the peony was in bloom. It's a very exquisite shop, and the young ladies in it are very beautiful. Then I saw the bracelet, which was different from anything I had seen before. I tried to wear it, and I liked it, but I was reluctant to buy it. Nannan said that she finally met someone she liked so much and bought it. I have always cherished it since I bought it. I only wear it when I am in a good mood or when I wear my favorite clothes. You can't wear it for a month after a year. After all, I don't wear a coat when I wear it. I wrapped it carefully and put it in the drawer. When I started wearing it this year, the peony flowers also bloomed. I remember wearing it to take pictures. Every time I wear it, I have a strange feeling, like wearing a very precious item, like having a favorite person, and I seem to be shining that day. Then, I lost it, I still lost myself ... I had to wash clothes that day, and I took it off and threw it on the table. Later, I couldn't find it. I searched the place, but I couldn't find it. I thought about it, bought it for about a year and ten days, and then something so carefully preserved disappeared, disappeared. Every time I think about it, I feel uncomfortable. It's not about the money (it's actually a very cheap bracelet). I can't cry but I can't say it.