I could feel the lumpy stucco through the tape as I pressed it smooth against the wall. The last time we talked it didn't go well. I stumbled all over my feelings for her and nothing was fixed. Tearing another piece of tape, I stared at her picture. “You are going to be my motivation,” I said to it, as though I would actually see her again. I knew I wouldn't, but even then, after all that had happened, I couldn't let go....