This is a private museum that only exists in my heart.
There are no cold showcases here, only moments frozen in time. Ticket stubs, records, an unsent letter, a faded dress... Every "exhibit" was a chapter in my life, a "curator" who once made my heart beat out of order.
I'm not a prodigal, just a clumsy collector. What I collect is not my ex, but myself who is illuminated by love and grows because of love. Now, I invite you to step into this museum with winding corridors and listen to me softly explain to you our common stories about love and loss, fanaticism and sobriety, beginning and end.
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