Until about two months ago, the one love letter I ever received from him still used to make me cry upon reading it. The tears fell even faster if I read said letter while listening to that one song I like to think we slow danced to (but truthfully I can't even remember if we did anymore or if I just want to remember us always in that perfect hold swaying in summer light). But tonight, feeling all out of sorts, I grabbed this now famous letter and hit play on that lovely song and sat ready and waiting for the emotions to hit. They never came. Not one single tear fell. My eyes didn't even fill. Not even just a little bit.