Sometimes it is not the content, but the way you are initiated. The wait to be given the password, the size and weight of the key. Sometimes it is not the food that is served but the significance of the meal. Sometimes it is not the person you want but the reasons why you wanted them.
Sometimes it is the room you were in when you first- or the fact that someone was in the next room. Sometimes it is the longing that you wanted all along, and the actual gain seems so insignificant in comparison.
In that same room. In that same house, with the secret password and the vague element of surprise and it should all be there, the whole package deal.
So why is it that when you have it within your grasp it feels somehow empty?