i look back on my past. and just by looking at one pic of an ex…i smell her. Not only her lips and her hair, i smell her house, her car, everything about her. I see her eyes, peering into mine with the sense of self satisfaction that we both shared. I hear her whispering into my ear “i love you”. I feel her rubbing my shoulders liek she used to, and i my stomach and arms feel liek they are held down by 1000 pounds. I can taste her lips, hear her laugh. Feel the love that was REAL when we were together. Now it’s all gone. All fake. Like it never happened.
