A little over a year ago I was in love with someone. We did not want the same things, so when I knocked on his door, he kept the door closed--when I opened my heart, he said not now.
But he held my hand as we walked at night--he poured my coffee and kissed my lips. He gave me a framed picture of a black bird, and an electric toothbrush just like his.
I'm not in love with him anymore--I don't see him anymore, but I use the toothbrush everyday, and when I do, I think of him.