Running out of Staples

Every day it's there, right where you need it. You pick it up and it does it's job. It's consistent, and always the same. Sometimes it jams, but you always manage to fix it. But sometimes you run out. Usually you have extras, but sometimes the spares have run out too. You know you need to drive and get some, but then you're tired. Maybe it's late at night and it's not worth it. So you forget to reload your stapler. You tell yourself you'll deal with it in the morning, but you won't want to in the morning, nor the afternoon, nor this week. You start borrowing someone else's stapler, because you're too lazy to fix yours. And eventually your stapler begins to rust. When you finally go back to your stapler, it won't work anymore. So you toss it out, and that's how love really leaves.