I don't know if I'm moving on. I don't know if I'll ever move on from you. You're like a childhood tree house that's been found, but I've lost memories of ever residing in it. I didn't know you at first but after getting to know you, it's like the memories are clicking into place. A mix of nostalgia and false memories. Now I can't go on without wanting a taste of that again. Before you, I didn't know what I was missing. But now that I've found you; now that we share this bond, I can't bear the thought of letting you go. To me, you're like the essential part of me. My hiraeth.

-m.b