Caught me off guard, I wish that I'd been sober.

You and Tate had met at a bar in Boston a few years ago. She was touring, and you wanted a fun night, and fate brought the two of you together.

Everything with her had been practically perfect. All the dates, the nights in. You had almost even moved in together, but everything fell apart. It was bound to, right?

They'll never take those long summer days, when love was untamed.

The days you took trips to the shore, finding small, secluded beaches in New England, they were burned into your mind. No matter how hard you tried, you'd always remember the way the sun bounced off of her eyes, reflected off the water and shined on her beautifully.

The smell of her favorite sunscreen brand stuck on your hands after she made you put it on her back. The distant giggles as you'd run back up from the water, dripping it all over her, interrupting her tanning.

Head in my hands, cold coffee on the table.

You found yourself going to the same coffee shop the two of you always went to for breakfast, whenever she was in town. It felt different without her. It was cold, empty. The spark you had once gotten from her sitting across from you, sipping on her coffee, it was gone.

The last thing you expected to happen did. The door to the shop swung open. You heard the bell, but you didn't look up until you hear someone talking to the cashier.

Your head immediately shot up, and everything stopped. She was standing there, ordering the same thing she always had ordered. She hadn't noticed you, or she had and was pretending she didn't, but you didn't care.