Sometimes you would enter my thoughts and hours would pass as I tried to persuade myself that you were simply a passing thought while in fact, you were still present in my head.
I wish I could finally put the puzzle pieces together because I don't understand how the location you destroyed could still be used to house the love you already abandoned but that I still remember. How is it that even after all these years, my heart still yearns for your familiarity?
But all the questions in my head are just a reminder that you are now a relic of the past that hasn't been damaged, of the future that will never come to pass.