I look at my reflection in the back of his favorite CD. This kind of plays with my mind. This is his favorite music, he's listened to it a thousand times...and I can see myself in it. I wonder if he's ever stared into his own eyes through the same chords. I stare deeper, not even at myself anymore. I look at the light reflecting off of the music, trying to actually see the words. It doesn't work and I'm frustrated. I wish instead of his favorite music, I was staring at myself in his eyes. Does he even think about me anymore? Will he ever look at his reflection in the back of my favorite CD and wish it were my eyes? Does he even know what my favorite CD is? The light turns green. I put the CD back in the player and I drive away.