Places and memories
I never understood why we kept going there day after day. I don't think it was because we truly enjoyed the place. It was okay, not particularly great, but not bad either. I guess it was because of the meaning the most simple routines could have for us, since we were so desperately out of time to create everything a relationship is supposed to have - and routines are a tremendous part of it. Maybe that was it. Maybe we were just lazy, I don't know. The fact is, we kept returning, day after day, until we did return no more. That place, of all places in this city, was the one that reminded me of you the most. But no longer. That place is no more, it has ceased to be - and with it, went a significant part of our own memories.