Instead, the act of going back made new memories, and everytime I went I would add another layer on top of her memory, until eventually I'd buried them completely and all of those places stopped being about my past with her and became my present.
The act of returning to familiar places transformed the narrator's memories. Each visit contributed new experiences, gradually overshadowing the initial memories shared with her. This process of layering new moments allowed for a shift in perspective, where past associations started to fade.
Over time, the locations that once held deep connections to her past with someone became part of her current life. The memories of that person were buried under fresh experiences, leading her to create a present that was uninhibited by nostalgia.
