i don't know what's changed in the last week, but every corner i turn, every moment i exist in, is laced with a memory of you. i thought i was getting a little closer to being able to exist in this city alone. but i walked around for an hour looking for a cafe, before going home. nothing feels the same here, and i thought i was finding my feet. but now i find myself floating through the streets, head light with nicotine and tears welling up behind the straight face i put on. i don't know how to move forward when we never got a chance to try.