I see your face clearly, but I don’t recognize you. Another person has taken your place — someone cold and distant, who doesn’t remember that our love once meant everything before we faded into nothing. I blink my eyes, hoping that your old self will be in front of me when I open them. The version of you that was warm and kind, who I used to talk to until sunrise, the one I thought I’d grow old with. But I realize now that the man I loved died long ago, and nothing I do will bring him back to life.