You have to see her again; you've almost become a stranger to her. She is standing there on the garden path with a friend. You stride resolutely towards her, at last confident of everything you have to say. But then she sees you, you hear her say to the friend, "So you want to go to dinner?" and the pain twists you around, you fall on your hands and knees and shake with sobs, cover your face.
When you turn around again your face still streaming, she is gone and there's a strange janitor staring at you. And of course that makes you stop.