I  remember.
I remember everything you said.
Everything.
I'm picking up every puzzle piece along the way,
sticking them all together and see what kind of picture that forms you.
I was there, when you said every last words.
I was there. And yet not there.
And you left me swirls of feelings intoxicating me.
Those were real but not real.
And your actions were tugging every strings in my chest.
Your actions do those to me, but not to me.
And it's  heartbreaking, heartbreaking indeed.
I know, but you don't.
Not dense but impenetrable.
You'll  never know how I feel...

Cause you don't exist, not really.