The Empty Seat

As I sat with my friends at a restaurant on Saturday night, I could not help but look over at the empty seat next to me and think that there was someone missing. My friends, a couple, sat across from me at four person table; two people on one side, two on the other. This time, however, I sat alone. As we talked, ate, and they debated which Thai place had the better sushi and curry, I kept wishing Avi were there, sitting next me, in the seat that was now empty. I kept thinking that he should be a part of this, that it should have been a double date. He should have been there, talking and laughing with us. I miss him, I always do. But it is times like these that I miss him most.