I know, even as the first chords of the song filter through the speakers, that I’m going to cry by the time the song is done. But for some reason, I don’t shut it off.

It hurts. But on a deeper level, I indulge in the soft, sad notes of a memory.

“Everyone knows that you’re my favorite girl. But there’s some things in life that are not meant to be – I’m not meant for you and your not meant for me.”

As much as he doesn’t know it, I’m going to miss him more than I could ever express.

That song – he could be speaking directly to me for all it matches us. History comes rushing back, crashing over my head like a tangible wave. Hours and days, smiles and tears – all reduced down to the flash-flame photography of a minute of memories.

We laugh, we joke. But underneath it all is the dull ache of knowing we’re going to have to eventually part ways.

He’s a great guy, my best friend, my second half. And as the tears start to fall, I already miss him.

Here’s to your having a good life.