Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back. What if you got it back?
I cherish. I do not want to go my whole life collecting days searching for the one.
Did you have that "dream came true" thing? But you'd be wrong. All that happens when your dream comes true is a slow, melting realization that it wasn't what you thought. And it won't save you?
