…That it’s never really completly lost. There is always a fragment of it, if not more, floating around in the back of your mind.

Every time you look at yourself in the mirror.

Someone mention ‘his’ name.

Meet an acquaintance who knew you as “him & her”.

Late at night.

When “that” song is playing on the radio.

Its never really completly lost. Its just always there. One way or another.

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