I used to think something was wrong.
That it was my fault.
That I couldn't move on.
That I was living in the past.
That it was my problem.
That there was something wrong with me.
But it's not my fault, my problem, or wrong.
It just happened.
In that moment it wasn't wrong.
It was perfect.
So when I remember it, it's not because I want you.
It's because you used to be everything I wanted.