This is my funny bone.
When I first meet you, I find all the things to like.
As we grow, we find things to dislike and question, but stuff them away.
And later on, if you decide to leave I can pull these out to extinguish the pain.

Over many lives I have honed this skill.
And at the end, when the pain is nothing but ashes, I pull out the fond memories and enjoy to know that I once met you.
Funny, am I not?