It’s weird but I kind of feel like we were never anything at all. Yet, my mind still holds on to something. I don’t remember what it was though. :/ Maybe I have subconciously blocked it out to get over the pain of loss. I know in the back of my mind that it was never real anyway. You conjured up an ideal me and I conjured up a ideal you but that was never you and that was never me. I was never intended to be a mouse and you were never a man.
