It will be weird seeing her again, like visiting a past memory you think you’ve forgotten.
Memories of her shuffle in your head. Suddenly you remember about the time when you were in Montreal with her, in the month of October. When you took a subway home, she was holding your hand as she dozed off. You remember how her hands felt, cold as ice, well what else can you expect with October in Canada? You slipped her hands from yours slowly, and now you miss being able to be the one who give her warmth.