When you've known someone for too long, a big chunk of their life is yours too. And vice versa. In the end, when they leave, they claim the memories. The cafe you used to go to stinks with their smell. The silence of the nights is conquered by their voice. Even the movie tickets seem like they belong in their wallet, not your purse. Nothing seems right anymore. Nothing fits. Everything is misplaced. Something's missing. They are missing. And it feels like every place you used to know is full of holes they should be filling. It's like cutout pieces, randomly place in every corner of every room.
It's time to reclaim those memories.
It's always been yours, not theirs.
