There's a lot of things I haven't told you: like how my car still smells like you when I first get in, like how there's one solitary cigarette butt sitting on the step to my front door that at one point touched your lips just as I did, like how for the past week I've worn water-proof mascara just in case my friends decide to ask me about you…but what's past is prologue and what happened with you was merely setting the stage for what is to come.