I took him to our little spot that over looks interstate 70, the spot that almost seems like a secret. I thought he'd be impressed, maybe say, this is cool. Instead he asked, did you ever take anyone else here? I stumbled and said. No. I'm pretty sure I didn't even stop. I just turned right around. It felt empty and sad without you anyway. I've never been back since. But I always look down that road when I drive by, like I'm hoping to see you somehow.