There are times when you desire somethings from the core of your existence. Every pore wishes for that one thing. It seems that your innards will sear with the intensity and they do. Time heals the wounds - the gentle balm, but the scars remain. With years, they either fade or you forget that they are scars rather than an integral part of you. There seems no distinction.
And then it happens, one not-so-fine day you get than one thing that you had hoped and prayed for with your whole being all those years ago. You realize, it doesn't bring joy any more. After all these years, the need it gone and it just reminds you of the opportunities lost, the bitter tears and the pain in all its intensity flows back in once more.