The last time I was in this city, you occupied my thoughts. My time. My dreams.

Now, two years later, I’m here without you. We had made plans to reunite in this magical, fairy tale location, but reality interfered. We’re both older now. More mature. We don’t talk anymore.

The last time I was in this city, you occupied my thoughts. Now, he occupies mine and you occupy hers.

Oh, but it could not feel more right.