I can’t look at your face. It is a reminder of what almost was. A reminder of the sweet words that flowed from your mouth. A reminder of the times we spent in your car, driving to nowhere in particular. Your hand casually patting my leg in intervals during light conversation. A reminder of your plans and seemingly eagerness to talk to me. A reminder of what could have been. I’m not sure what happened between now and then. What caused you to drift away, the tide carrying you in. Leaving not even a trace. Do I miss you? Or do I miss how you made me feel? You made me feel light and hopeful. Like I finally found it this time. Like I found the one who would stay. But you didn’t.