What is with her that puts my mind into a haze? Perhaps we gave up too quickly, perhaps I could have been more honest, more confident. As our lives drift apart, I wonder what would our time be like if she were here beside me. Would I be spending my afternoons cuddling with her, and smelling her hair? Would I be touching her hand and letting our fingers intertwine as we walk along a sidewalk together? Would I whisper words of affection? Would we fight, argue and say “I miss you” the next. What would it be like if she was here beside me? Such scenes could have been, would have been. There is just nothing left to say, an unfinished story that leaves a sour taste in my mouth.