Prompt: what she really wanted to say

She watched him closely as he gave her directions. He looked so much like X, she mused. His eyes had that same soft color, that same sad, haunting look. It was uncanny. He was talking but she could barely make out the words, only the song in his voice, the notes, the warmth. He even gestured in a manner that was so close to X. She could feel heavy tears threatening. She looked away, at her hands, tight on the steering wheel. When she looked back he was smiling. He asked her if she thought she could find it. Yes, I think so. What she really wanted to say was: I miss you. Thank you, she said, and drove off, slowly, watching him disappear in the rear view mirror.