If walls could talk, I would tell them about our memories. Simply because they witnessed how we used to be so in love with each other.
I still remember the day when you took a photo of me posing in a vintage wall- it's an amazing day, actually. I still watch how the sun sets on our balcony where we used to talk about the latest astronomical events. You know, everything that reminds me of you involves my most favourite things. Places, foods, songs, crowds, snapshots, people, I always remember you.
Maybe it's just all made up in my mind, 'cause how can you be here? When you're living your life away from me. But worry not, I don't have any intentions to catch up with you again- not ever again. It's just my other self missing you on cold December days.