I picture a busy coffee shop, with unfamiliar faces and spilt drinks. Then I imagine running into you, ordering two macchiatos, one for you and one for your lover. I picture you smiling at me and I picture myself frozen in awe. With a million memories rushing through me, then I quickly paint on a smile and greet you. You introduce us but forget to mention, “I once loved her, too.” I’d go home that night and think too much on it and begin to think that you never once loved me. I picture you and me in the distant future as complete strangers and my heart weakens by that thought. I see this image because our pictures are beginning to fade and you’re becoming another, unfamiliar face.