I went to the café we always go to.

I ordered your favorite coffee.

I just sat there reminiscing.

Then I saw you.

I wanted to approach you, lock you in my arms and beg you to take me back.

But you were with someone else.

You were smiling, laughing even.

You’re back to your old cheery self.

You’re happy.

I guess I’m not the person to make you smile like that anymore.

You’ve moved on.

I should be happy for you.

But the pain I feel in my heart won’t let me.

I guess this is the closest I’ll ever go to you.

Watching you smile from afar.