The last time I saw him was a week ago. Or three weeks ago? No, it was last week. I'll never forget our last moment together. How alive he made me feel. The way the sunlight gingerly danced across his eyes, like a temptress in waiting. That smile that could move mountains, melt valleys covered with snow. Driving through sleepy villages in that ridiculous white car. Drinking freshly made coconut water from plump street vendors. His infectious laugh. How our fingers tenderly touched. But the photo is dated twenty years ago. I could have sworn it was just yesterday.