Now it's clear to me
When I saw you after what felt like eternity
And you were no longer just a ghost of the past,
It was not you that I yearned for.
I was in love with the memories,
The memories that deluded me into thinking that you still take my breath away like you used to.
It doesn't matter now anyway.
Neither you, nor the memories seem so enticing now.
The butterflies are dead.
I found peace.