My breath catches when I hear your name called, not at all being inconspicuous as I whip my head to the side to watch you walk up on the stage and collect your award. I swallow thickly, my eyes slowly looking you over, drinking in your appearance.

It’s the night of the ARIAs and I was aware that you’d been nominated, but I hadn’t seen you at all throughout the night so I’d assumed you just hadn’t come. But clearly, I was wrong. We dated for just barely over a year before breaking up in March of 2016, which makes this the first time I’ve seen you in well over a year. Your eyes and smile are bright as you accept the award on stage, your makeup accentuating your features without being too much. You look….perfect. Happy.

I try to listen to the short acceptance speech you say in the microphone, but even just hearing your sweet voice echo through the venue is making my chest ache. I stare up at you proudly and admiringly from my seat in the front row, so deep in thought that I barely notice my manager nudging my arm.