It’s been almost twenty years since you first met him. That day, the sun had shone and the person in front of you had been real, to touch and to taste. Now all you have left is a fuzzy outline, vague shape of the one you’d once loved and could never part with. Now the smell, of ocean and rain, the hair of soft, brown-gold locks are gone. All that’s left is your own imagination as you struggle to convince yourself