I sighed and sat my now empty coffee cup down on the table. I looked around at the all too familiar scene, it was actually depressing how little had changed. We always came here together. Even though it was farther out than every other coffee place. We liked it here, it was different. It had become our place. I'm still going through the same routine I have been every time I come here, order the same thing, sit at the same table. I haven't been here in so long. It surprises me that even now that when I'm done I feel like talking. There is one thing that's different today, she's not here with me. Without her there's not much to say.

There's a chance I'll run into her now that I'm home, that scares me to death. I don't want her to think that I'm unhappy, though if she took one look at my face she'd know immediately. She always was the one who could read me. It's been a little over a year now and it hasn't gotten any better. I'm not sure that it ever will.

I've gotten over trying to drink it away, the temporary relief was hardly worth the sickness that followed and ended up making it worse in the long run anyhow.

I still can't believe after all this time I'm home again, I avoided it for so long. I've spent weekends and holidays by myself in my dorm at school, despite my mothers best, and sometimes crazy efforts to get me to come home. Now I remember all too well my reasoning behind it and it makes more sense to me now than ever. I'm seeing her face everywhere. I drive by the movie theater and all I remember is being with her through all the movies that we didn't watch, I run past the park and all I can see is us holding hands. I can't even get peace in my own room, all I hear is her laughter. It's haunting. I'm still finding things that remind me of her after all this time. Pieces of her presence,things that she'd left behind. If I didn't know any better, I could pretend she was still in my life.

All over the place, there's gifts she'd given me and notes she wrote to me. The I Love You's signed at the end of each one still make my heart stop. I even found one of her sweaters folded in the back of my closet. I picked it up and held it close to me. Maybe I can give it back to her since I'm home. Would that make me look too hung up on her? I don't want her to think that I'm lonely, or that I haven't been asked out since her. Of course I have. There was one girl I'd started to see right after Sam and I broke up, right before I went to school, but she wasn't anything at all. All I could think about was Sam, and she'd known it too. Eventually she broke it off because she said she couldn't be anyone's second choice I didn't take it too hard. Now that I think about it I can't even remember her name. Since then I just haven't gone out with anyone else because I honestly know that any girl could come along and maybe I could even fall in love with her, but I just don't think I'll get over Sam.

This Chapter was based on the song by Colin Hay, each chapter is going to be based on a different song, as of right now I'm planning on three chapters. Reviews are appreciated :)