She never leaves me. I still think about her every other second. I'm haunted by her. No one compares to her. Nothing fills the hole. It's better when I don't see her, yet even then, the pain remains. I once thought it impossible to live without her, and, in truth, this is a shadow of a life I live now. I have no depth or substance, I just dance in the light, visable, but nonexistant.