That's how it feels sometimes, isn't it? Like/As if/Similar to you're Walking/Strolling/Navigating through a museum of Sentimental/Faded/Vague memories. Every Corner/Space/Detail whispers your ex's name, Haunting/Lingering/Echoing in the silence. It's as if they've Left/Imprinted/Etched their presence on everything, making it impossible to Escape/A