One another day

One another day passed and I still can't help but think about you. It's been like ages since we parted our ways but it still feels like we were together yesterday. The idea of me and you separated is not working out. It just is not.

What does it feel l like to know that the thing we tried to kill is still alive? 

Maybe some things don't end just because we end it. Maybe they become immortal the day they are created and we silly beings think that we can destroy the thing we build.