Amber liquid swirling in a glass. A hint of caramel wafts through the air. Memories of the day slowly fades away. A single memory, a picture, captured, engraved forever in my brain, the background has faded into nothing, a single picture of her remains.

A burning sensation keeps me grounded, keeps me in reality. If I could tell her everything, what would change? 

Nothing, nothing will change, she doesn’t see me that way, she won’t…

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Another down the hatch, my throat burns as the sensation climbs up my nose. It tastes fruity, nutty, and somewhat smoky. 

I’ll just watch from afar, I hope she’s happy, it pains me to look, but what else can I do? I can’t get close. Can I? 

A chair, a laptop, a notebook, her.

Another one for the road.

A chair, a laptop, her.

Two more for those we lost.

Her.

Another for the opportunities we didn’t take.