Fool, lying in someone's embrace again. 

It's not the same. I do not feel comfortable anymore. 

He gave you a pillow to sleep on on the sofa. What else is clearer? 

I'm just someone who imagines and clings onto hope still. 

I need to break away, to stop the alluring scent, touch and soft words and comforts of the past prevent me from moving on. Otherwise one day, I will be the only person left all alone at the end of the day. All alone. And the prospect p that is devastating loneliness and remorse.