Past Lovers

You know when you break up with someone and then you run into them after a while… And it’s so strange because you used to know each other so intimately, so naked. You used to share your dreams and hopes with each other and be everything for that person. Then you see them again, and it’s so bizarre and weird since they are not yours anymore. Now you’re strangers.

That’s sort of how it feels coming back to a place you used to call home after being away for a while.

You walk by places that shaped you… Little spots where you spent days and evenings with friends, cafés you ordered your daily coffee in, bars you shared stories about boys & life in, restaurants you went on first dates at, parks you cried in and streets you walked up and down during winter, spring and summer...

But now those places are home to other people’s memories. Other peoples daily lives. Other people’s loves and sorrows.

You walk into a café, but now no one knows the stories you lived there. No one has a clue about all the things you experienced in between those walls. Or how much they mean to you. It’s beautiful to see another group of people making new memories in the same place – at the same time as it feels so very strange to know that it’s all in the past, and that those moments now only live in your memory.