i lost something very dear to me last night. it was a raptor.
Which is any of various mostly small, slender, carnivorous dinosaurs of the Cretaceous Period. And in this case very small and very plastic.
The sad things is i saw it leave my hands. Knowing it couldn't part with it and it still left me. Like a child leaving home for the first time. And to a guy who had an unhealthy love for star wars...
Is this what empty nest syndrome is?