Night is a freeze frame amplification of the desires, the longings, the hopes you’ve let go into the wind, the loves you still hold close to your heart.
You remember her in a flower print dress, blowing kisses in your direction, the lack of makeup accentuating what you always saw- her natural beauty.
She’s standing there, her body hugging her dress- and especially then- when you were walking away from her for good, you felt your heart skip a beat for her.
Now, in the cowardness of self reflection, you can think to the good times. You can almost pretend that your stupid jokes made her smile.