You said you had no choice
I said okay, you go. She needs you more than me, she is not as strong as me.
So you returned all the things related to me, and those small objects became silent furnishings that I locked in a drawer, six years after we met. They are witnesses, evidence, promises, and the ashes of love.
And I kept it and watched it. The fragments of those memories showed sharp thorns in my tightly held hands, and my stubbornness began to bleed. It seems that I am always doing this, infiltrating your life with my objects, smells, sounds, and thoughts, and then resolutely withdrawing them all. You don't say you want it, and you don't say you don't want it. Therefore, it is all my own insanity and stupidity.
Conception: