and i lied, when i said i haven't thought about him since we ended it in clouds of anger and the doors we never closed that still bother me when the wind hits them and they creak too loudly.
i let our memories run through my head like the reel of an old movie and it filled my stomach with the warm waters of nostalgia and the fish of missing you.
and then i saw the dust coating the strips and realised as much as i enjoyed reliving the time when we were in love, we weren't the same people. we looked happy on the surface but the heat from the projector was slowly burning through the film.
we were much better turned off.
