It all started out with something you created with nothing. You were subdue, smart and sincere. She thought it was something that was quite impossible. But she fell into it without realization. You sacrificed, you gave, you cared. She had so much fun with you, she was always looking forward to the dates with you. The dates were fun, out of the ordinary, not those usual movies and dinners but exhibitions, playgrounds and beautiful sights and streets. Her habits were also changed. 

People either hated you or liked you. But she loved you, hated you, felt for you. That confusion, that frustration she felt after you left, she will never understand. She walks around in hope of understanding. But all she gets are voices of confusion in her head sending beads of tears rolling down those cheeks. Those silent tears was a result of all those strong feelings for you, all those things she did for you. She never regretted. She felt that it was all worth it. 

You always had a way to put that smile back on her face. You never once made her unhappy for long. But the time that you ever did, you never bothered about the smile on her face anymore. And people could tell her smile was just a false front. Behind it lies a sad story that she keeps inside her, unable to share.

The only regret she would probably have would be that she would never be able to talk to you again. She could only stare at your back, stare at your hair. And behind your cold brown eyes, she can feel the avoidance to speak or even think of that passionate love that both of you shared. Nobody would understand. Not even her, not even you. You choose to run, she chose to hide.

She continued on with life knowing she would become stronger than before. She just had to try. But she didn't know she was too confused to trust again. She just let it go. She was too tired trying to hold back. She believed nothing was worth it anymore. You left her to pick up the pieces. No you didn't bother. It meant nothing anymore. She took the gamble and lost. The price she had to pay for the gamble didn't hurt as much as losing you. It couldn't even be compared to one tenth of what she went through on days without you. But she found herself back in your arms again; comfort found from your originalities. 

She never kept it away. It was always on her wall, always. She never could take it down because it was so special, too special to be hidden underneath, just somewhere for the dust to settle on. And that familiar cologne that you wear, she would never forget. It brings back memories. And those memories, she would always be so proud to recall. It never failed to bring back that smile while she speaks of those memories. The only difference about that smile is the bittersweet look of it after reminiscing.

I read her thoughts. "This love is special and those memories are created by you and me. A perfect love was never easy to begin with. At least you and I grew so much from it."