I recently met an ex-girlfriend. I’d moved away from home, to the city where she moved to right after we broke up. I met her one night after work, and we drove to this ice cream place on the edge of the city.

We drove along an unlit road, quiet tension building between us. She reminded me of a couple of things that I was sure she’d forgotten. The time we got drunk and made out in the smoking room at a place that now goes by a different name.

I remembered the time we were stuck in traffic for an hour and we just sat there in her car, holding hands.

What I wouldn’t give to go back to that moment. But I’m here now, evolved and ready for a new memory. I promised myself I wouldn’t forget the things she said all those years ago, but I did, and I have.

Some things though, some things never go away.

Some things never go away.