I remember last Valentines. Our first real date a straight week after we talked all night on the phone till we sobered (which took a long while). Here we are trying to grow out of love with each other. How do you go back to being yourself but you can’t remember what you were? When you can’t remember anything about being alone? I guess I’ll have to take my own advice this time. Being lost is a good place to start when you’re trying to find something. Perhaps I’ll take this time not to find where I was.

Perhaps, I’ll take this time to rebuild myself over.

“If only I could reboot my mechanical heart, I’d think clear.”