Aisle 10

I found myself pacing the other day in aisle 10 of the nearest super market, staring down the pens set so perfectly before me.
This isn't a new habit... I've found that I can be quite obsessive when it comes to buying a new pen. I can spend over 15 minutes trying to decide which one will be the one I risk buying.
I'm sure that people passing by, accidentally overhearing the conversation i've been holding with myself, must think that I'm slightly off kilter. So they make it their business to get in and out of aisle 10 in record time, which of course I won't complain about.
By the time I've chosen the pen that I've been seeking FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE (or at least that's how I'm acting, isn't it?), I can barely contain my need to use it right away! So since I'm in the aisle which also has notebooks, I quickly grab one off the shelf and declare it a match made in heaven. I lose no time in making my purchase and getting out to my car.
Settled in my comfy and reliable Sven, I proceed to shred the casing off of the pen and notebook. Sven so willingly receives the gifts I so generously offer to his floor... While the pen and notebook remain with me.
I then take the liberty to finally use this pen of ultimate destiny!
So that's usually how the story goes when I'm on a mission to purchase a pen. Sometimes it's a success, sometimes an utter failure. It varies.
But this past time that i went on my pen pilgrimage it resembled nothing of my previous visits to aisle 10. Yeah, it started out like every other time. I even had a smile waiting just behind my eyes. But instead I was met by yet another bittersweet memory; and it's focal point was a pen.
My smile remained for a moment to celebrate the sweet portion of this memory, but knew that it would flee before the bitter finish.
My adventure in aisle 10 was immediately cut short. I quickly and mindlessly chose a pen that i already knew to be reliable and then retreated to my own thoughts.
A pen. A small object that can be found in basically any room if you look hard enough. It bears no visible marks of emotion. It's a pen.
So here i was trying to escape memory lane, but instead i found it in aisle 10 with the pens.