The last time we were here, we were on our last date together. I held you with tenderness because I knew I was letting you go.

Today I marvel at the wonder of being in the same room. There's a hollowness at the pit of my stomach you have caused. This strange hollowness continues even as we fixate ourselves on other people and we don't really bother each other. A strange hollowness, which, I found out, did not go away but only grew more hollow when I watched you go.

There will always be some kind of sadness caused by once again seeing the person "who never got there".