"And we spend our lives looking for things we can't find… and not a single day goes by when you don't cross my mind."
Wendy yanked her earbuds out and continued doing her makeup. She didn't need a stupid song reminding her of…him. It wasn't as if she didn't think about him a thousand times a day.
Not that she wanted to. Everything she saw held echoes of old memories. She would look through her closet and see the green flannel shirt she stole from him the night of their first kiss and remember the bright emerald eyes that would stare at her when he thought she wasn't aware.
She'd go for a walk in the woods and see a tall oak tree and recall the old treehouse where he told her he loved her when they were drunk at age seventeen.
Strolling by the garden nursery she would spot a patch of tiger lilies and would be filled with a boiling rage as she flashed back to the moment when she caught him and the flirt with dark brown eyes intertwined on the couch at her best friend's party.
Staring at herself in the mirror, she reread the memorized apology he wrote out for her before he left for college in a different city.
She shook her head and finished braiding her hair. She stuck her earbuds back in, catching the end of a song.
"…gotta crawl out of love."