I passed our favorite restaurant yesterday. The table near the window was empty, the same table where you once told me you loved me. I almost walked inside. Then I stopped. There was no reason anymore. I stood outside for a few seconds and remembered how nervous you looked that night. I wish I could go back just once, not to change the ending, but to tell myself to pay more attention. I didn't know I was living one of the last happy nights of my life with you.