Looking back, I see that we did fit together nicely. You were like a favorite sweater of mine, warm and fuzzy. You felt so wonderful with your arms around me. I couldn't see myself without you. I didn't want to give up that comfortable, cozy feeling.
I'm not quite sure when I lost you. One day I looked around and you were just gone. I found I could live without you after all.
When you came back to me, too much time had passed. You were a little worn for the wear, or maybe it was me. I had changed too much. I was a bigger person than what you remembered.
You were still warm, but you didn't fit me like you used to. You clung too tightly.
There was no room to breathe.