In a labyrinth of emotions, you find yourself trapped between the echoes of a past love and the shadows of your own doubts. Moving forward feels like you're betraying your heart, as if your body resists the idea of letting go. Stuck doubting whether to follow your heart or let your mind decide. How do you forget him when the very essence of your being resists the idea? As you attempt to create distance, he only draws nearer. The more you hate him, the more you desire for his touch, for his kisses, for his comfort just to forget the pain he exerted in you. Between those struggles, it leaves a question why you can't seem to love anyone else. As you're convinced, with every fiber of your being, that no one could ever measure up to him. It's a relentless quest for understanding to a question you're asking; how does love work when you keeps convincing yourself that no one else is more lovable than the person you loved the most before? You wonder if you'll ever figure out how to move on when a part of you is still tied to a love that used to mean everything to you.