I remember her as vividly as I remember my life that goes by everyday. Each day I wonder what would she be doing and would she be still thinking about me? Would she miss me as I miss her, would she have tears like I do everyday? Would she miss living her life with me as I do with her? Would she be wanting to be with me as I do? Would she still try to find me in each song that comes on or a movie being played on TV? Would she spend sometime alone and go through things that we gave each other and try to hold on to them so that at least if not we be together physically but somewhere still be connected?
Life goes on at a pace where there is no time for anyone else but it seems my life stopped right there when her hand left my soul. I am still standing at the crossroads of my life where she left me, waiting for her to come back someday, before I go to sleep for one last time.
I wonder if she is still loving me the way I do? Somehow I know she does.