There is a part of me that wishes to live forever in the past. I wish to retreat into the depths of my mind and simply stay. I don't know what is so appealing to me about the past in the first place—maybe it's because I had a few less hardships, but I presume it has to do with you. It always has to do with you.

I want to return to the past, where you and I were together, and we just coexisted; where our hearts seemed to beat in sync; where our arms and lips felt cold when the other wasn't around to warm them; where our flushed cheeks and the way we touched showed everyone around us how much we cared for each other.

But you are now gone, and I have no hope for the future—so I shall go on living in the past, infinitely immersed in days of yore. The past is the one unalterable reality; it is the one thing that cannot be taken away from me.