The Ghost of My Past

The Ghost of My Past

I can remember the warmth of her smile, the softness of voice and the warmth of her embrace. I can still remember her kiss and taste. Though she is still alive, our relationship is no more. She like so many others live on in so many tender moments that replay over and over again in my head. The pains of her absence and the longing for her company are still the same as they were when we were dating.

This is why you never return to your ex. You don't miss the real version of them, you miss the selected memory version of them. In short you are in love with a ghost of your past.

The Ghost of My Past
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