His smiling eyes haunts me.

Twinkles in the dark corners of my mind and taunts me. Memories of otherwise forgotten passions, softly touching the strands of my tattered soul. I know you... No, I knew you. I knew how to play you like an instrument so perfectly tuned to play my song. I knew how to make you smile and I knew how to make you cry... but I never knew how much you really meant to me, until after you were gone. I never got to tell you all those things that mattered and now it's too late. You're not him, he's not you. He's a reminder of something that should never have been, and now I'm captivated by his charm, trapped by his boyish smile and spellbound the shy look in his eyes. Collateral damage in a war he never even knew existed.