It's been a good 10 months since that day. I was always neutral towards you before. I had my emotions, my heart under lock and key. Nothing could touch me, or hurt me. Or so I thought. I chose to lower my walls down for you though. Christmas Eve is when we met. We spent the entire day, bags and baggage, sitting here at Starbucks. That's how I got that huge bottle of mouthwash, and that pair of socks for you. I wonder if you think of me when you wear those socks. I always think of you whenever I use that body oil, rubbing a part of our memories on me, that keep me fragranced and soft all day. Today, I see people come in, some to meet folk, informal coffee meetings, some look like lovers high on what we were back then. I am alone. With my book and bags. I feel you around me. Only I can't see you. It's much like every other day. It's a little unfair that you gave me just a few minutes of your eternity to me. While my eternity is left to spend in my solitude. I stil...