I sat there staring at my tennis shoes. I needed to run; I needed to get a thousand things out of my mind and off my chest. And I was hesitating about going running because I knew deep down inside me that I wasn’t going to be able to out run my thoughts this time. I knew that no matter how far I ran and no matter how fast I ran my heart would still be embedded in a man thousands of miles away. Nevertheless, I slipped my shoes on; I bent down and tied my laces while my tears fell to the floor like the raindrops pelting down on the hot summer pavement. I pulled my hair up behind my face and stared longingly out of the fogging window. I could see his face in the reflection, his strong jaw bone and large pouty lips curled into a permanent smile. I missed that smile, but I missed the way his eyes shone more; I couldn’t picture that spark in his eyes in my memory. It was something that I just couldn’t create, it was natural. He was natural.