It sucks feeling discontent. It sucks walking around the house with everyone asleep when you're wide awake and grumpy. It sucks feeling lonely in the world, until you walk into your bedroom and realize your better half has left his jacket on your bed. That's when you pick it up, bury your face inside it, breathe his smell deeply and remember that you are in fact the luckiest man in the world. Funny how your perception is altered by something so simple as a scent.