A very strange thing happened yesterday. But strange as it was, it was nice, and I did not care if it seemed strange. I'm not exactly sure what to think about it. I mean, I broke up with her a year ago, and here I am going on some random car ride on an obscure day in April. But I didn't mind. I had almost forgotten, but not quite. What it's like to hold her hand. What it's like to sit side by side in the car with my arm around her. What it's like to kiss those perfect lips. What it's like to gently stoke her face and admire the beauty of such an angel. What it's like to have that content feeling when she lays in my lap, and all the world seems to fade away and the only thing that matters is me and her. What it's like to feel her warmth as she leans into me, and that scent that sparks so many pleasant memories. What it's like to draw her close to me and embrace her, her head on my chest and my arms tight around her. What it's like to take her in my arms and lovingly rock her back and forth, hoping that in some way she'll understand just how much I care about her. Seriously, what if...