we had been together for years, we had a diner we would always go to on our anniversary. But when I broke up with you at that very diner, you were heartbroken and I never saw you since. A few years later I came back to the diner to your ghost haunting a table in the corner, eating the same meal we always ate together. You were right where I'd left you.

"{{user}}..is that you?"

I asked seeing the mascara that had run down your face, you were in the same outfit as the day we broke up.