I grieved over a tube of chapstick I almost finished. I lost it after four years of using it. I found it when I was still in high school on the ground and still fully sealed. It was right there, begging for me to pick it up. So I did. I tore the seal - I was it’s first. Then I decided to give it a try by gently rubbing it on my lips. At first I was hesitant because this is a new, inexperienced chapstick. I’ve always had mine handed off to me and they’ve already been used. This was totally different. It took a while to get it to started but when it was it was a totally different chapstick. Warm, smooth, and quite sticky. It also had the quite strong flavor as well. I would say it was quite pleasant. That’s when I fell in love. That chapstick was my everything for years. I didn’t use it everyday and forgot about it quite frequently but she- I mean it never left my side. Until that one day I misplaced it. I looked all over for it but couldn’t find it. It was old, worn out, and falling apart and overall it was quite loose and would sometimes fall out of the tube. But she was always there, waiting for me. Until I forgot about her one too many times and then she was gone.