It had become such where if I merely looked at your face, I could smell the deep mystical sea breeze scent of your perfume mixed with your warmth. I could feel the texture of your skin, and your temperature was my own. Your microexpressions, all stored in my heart. Every gesture, the movement of every muscle imprinted on my lidded eyes, through which my heavy tears seemed to seek escape.
I cannot even look at you anymore, without a storm in my heart and a tsunami of pain washing me onto the shore again and again, pounding me into sand.