I told you that I am okay. I tell you every night that I'm fine, that nothing is wrong, that you do not need to fret. But, for some reason, when I look at you, pieces of her come back to my mind. My home, my family, my lover, all the things that I had before just surge all at once. I want to hold onto this past forever, but something has to give. I need to move on from this phantom love.

I just wish my life wasn't removed from me in the first place.