We are ghosts, or rather we have become as such. Between us is a veil created by time and experience. We are specters still holding on to lives long since departed. We walk the halls and rooms of our lives, pretending to be what we were, but we have faded so much that we barely see our own faces. We all become ghosts. It is what humans do, it is part of life, living, and dying. One can be alive and still be a ghost, with love comes nonexistence. Love kills and creates the ghosts that never know when something has died.
I am a ghost to you and you are a ghost to me. We haunt each other, rather than live.