Breaking eggs

I have an egg.
A perfect egg.
I am lost in admiration of my perfect egg.

But I am hungry.
I must break the egg.

I break the egg.
It is awful.
Slimy, wet, with a bulbous yellow eye.
And I am sad.

But look!
I have an omelet!
A perfect omelet!
I am lost in admiration of my perfect omelet.

But I am still hungry. 
I must eat the omelet.

I eat the omelet.
It is good. 
But now it is gone, all gone, every bite.
And I am sad.