It’s meant to be an amiable day.

A lazy Sunday.

But the weather, and the soundtrack, awaken ghosts.

They aren’t meant to be here anymore.

They’re meant to be long gone.

She’s having a better time than I am.

She’s more successful.

She’s achieved more.

She’s happier.

Some people touch you so deeply they’re always there; whether you want them to be or not.