Can a definition have a question in it? Because I have a question. Why can I feel you here, when you are clearly not? Your smell – I smell your smell – is everywhere. Your touches – I feel your touches – are all over my body. But I do not see you in the person that touches me, and whose scent lingers on me and my bed sheets for hours. Although you are clearly something I can touch and hold, you are not because you are not the person that I wanted so long ago. And then the question that is: “do people ever actually change, or do you just get sick of their personality?” comes up. Because I can promise you, I was so sure I could never get tired of you. So it hurts me that when I look at you, or I am with you, I am really not. You look at me with a destination in your eyes that I’ve never seen. And that’s when I realize that I can no longer touch you anymore.