Love will tear us apart

That is somenthing that has been on my mind lately and thanks to the semi anonymity here and lack of people that could possibly recognize me from real life I would like to blabber about that a little. For the last two years (since breakup to be specific) this thing haunted me like a skeleton in my closet. I would often go through the events in my head, recreating and rebuilding in order to make any sense of them. Well spoiler alert, nothing would come out. There was always this one puzzle missing. It was closure. Anybody who has ever been in such situation knows what's up. But well to the meritum. One day it hit me out of nowhere. I don't remember them. I don't remember the time we spent together, but most importantly the intimacy part. It's weird you know. Suddenly you realize that you actually don't know who that damn skeleton is and how did it get in your closet. For the past two years you have been recycling like 3 or 4 situations in your head until nothing is left. It's a very eerie feeling. You know they were in your life for long time yet it feels like they were never really there. And maybe it's for the better.