It is that strange feeling that you have when you lose somethnig that you once owned…
Once you were happy because of her smile. She offered you every piece of her existence and never asked for something in return. She was your compensation for every tear that you shed.
You used to surround her in your arms and never want to let go! Her clumsiness made you laugh from the botom of your soul and these were the only moments when she was making you cry: tears of happiness!
I remember once, when she started to dance in the rain and she was jumping into plashes laughing tempting you to join her. She was happy. You made her happy.
Do you remember her delicate tanned skin that smelled like vanilla… and her cherry lips that you kissed so many times?
How could you ever forget that she has been the one?