You're in the renaissance section of the art museum while the classical music plays softly in the background.

Your love looks at you and points to a piece. You smile and run your hand along the golden frame.

"It's difficult to think of this as a time in the world, is it not?" Your lover asks.

"Extremely. How could a group of people create such an atmospheric and lovely era dedicated solely to humans? Featuring amazing art and music and literature, it seems to have been a grand time."

"Of course. Everything seems otherworldly, especially compared to the times now."

You two continued down the hall, occasionally commenting on a piece you particularly like.

You paused to examine a sculpture and looked over to them.

"We're surrounded by so much art, though I'd much rather look at you."

Your love smiled, but it was melancholic.

Of course this wasn't real.

A memory played over and over, for you cannot bear to let go.

So you sit in this museum alone, with the thought of your love fresh in your mind.

the story is mine.
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