“I get lost in memories of your touch on my skin and the way you felt beneath my hands. I remember the sunsets and the poetry, the brightness of your smile and the way you used to look at me like I was the only good thing left in the world. You don’t look at me like that anymore. I even still carry that piece of lavender I had frozen into glass around in my wallet. I still take it out and touch it every time I watch the sun setting.”
