her

She had eyes that needed to please and a face faking happiness until it was felt. The summer had been crazy. I was lost in myself, running from my soul, and she was there. Deep in a corner of the bar, laughing at some joke or some thought or some sight. I always loved that laugh; the one part of her she allowed to be genuine and unhindered. A drink offered, a kiss taken, and we began.

Working through missing some people. Working through some past sadness. I would say regret, but I do not believe in regret.