I don't remember her habits, as much as I remember her touch, a touch that could melt any heart made of stone..
her face and the beautiful smile on it, had a calming effect..
and when she would look at me, it would feel divine, the worries would disappear, and troubles would vanish..
I was in love with the serenity she brought with her..

Almost a year has elapsed now... I don't think about her much these days..
And I don't remember what she said when she left.. All I remember is how low and lonely she made me feel that day.. I don't remember her reasons or apologies.. All I remember is her apathetic eyes.. and a bereaved heart throbbing inside me....