As she thinks about her past she remembers what had driven her to write and where her inspiration had come from—it was him.
Time passes, the future has now set in. Not 0nce has she picked up a book, her laptop, or even a pen and paper to try and think of any thoughts because she knew her work would turn to shit—because you were her inspiration.
Presently thinking? She is content with where her mind leads her, where her desire will drive her, but there is a hole missing. She makes love to her lover, she keeps herself busy with mindless melodramas, she keeps herself together for the most part—until she begins to indulge in that poisonous nostalgia.
“I’ll be making love to her through you” – The Weeknd