A year ago, I just can't stop reminiscing.

Things appeared to be in their proper places, so perfect, so real.

Months of being in love, months of being loved.

Scratch papers filled with different scribbles, evidence of a seemingly endless affection.

Once served as proofs of a treasured connection. Now proofs of a broken relationship. 

The reason of the breakup, I have no idea. Perhaps fate directed us in this scenario.

There's only one thing sure. Those love letters will remain witnesses of the love I once shared with that person. Memories are meant to be kept, and these are the testimonies.

A year ago, I just can't stop reminiscing.

I've become stronger emotionally. I have so many reasons to be happy.

Moving on is necessary. Falling in love again is involuntary.

A year ago, I can't stop reminiscing.

Things appeared to be in their proper places, so perfect, so real.

Months of being in love, months of being loved.

A year after, still can't stop reminiscing. Things appeared to be imperfect, yet so real.

Reminiscing with the girl I've been dreaming, not with the one I once dreamed.

Still believing in the scratch paper's magic. I'm still hoping, looking forward on creating new memories.

Not with the past, but hopefully with the last.

Even though how hopeless romantic it can be.