Fake Memories

How do you write about a memory that has no beginning or end, just a bunch of blurred plots and twists in an attempt to make things make sense. We were never truly together, yet I've never felt this far apart, I see you now and I don't know how you ever stole my heart. The butterflies feel sickly, and the nervous shaking hurts my bones. We were never truly together, still I've never felt so alone. I wonder what you think of me, or if you even notice I'm there, as I try everyting in my power to act like I don't care. How do you write about a memory that has no beginning or end, just a bunch of blurred plots and twists in a relationship inside my head.