Suddenly, out of the blue, I had a clear and overwhelmingly real memory of what your mouth feels like. And although we’re not officially over, I missed you. I’ve known for awhile now that we most likely are over. Just as I know that would be wrong, I know it’s true. It started as one of those wonderful sense memories, I could physically feel you with me. It quickly turned into tears. Because I’m afraid it will never happen again. Which I feel is a tragedy. I don’t understand, I straight out asked and you denied it. But it’s clear.