After dreaming last night that you called me just to know how things were going round here, and trying to find your face inside every car like yours, I reached to a conclusion: I miss you. But it’s a strange feeling. I can say I miss you because I would like to find you someday and tell you that everything’s going ok. I want to tell you I can do fine without you. I miss your green eyes and your funny messy hair. But I don’t miss our encounters at all; I don’t miss our schedules and timed conversations. I miss the conversation and the relationship we’ve never had. Yes, that’s what I miss and what I’ve always wanted from you: another type of relationship.