"Tell me about her."
"Why?"
"Please?"
He knew I wouldn't leave until he told me. He bowed his head in resignation and sighed. "... if you insist..."
He stood and walked to the window, his back towards me. "She was like the summer sun. Her laughter like the cool rippling pools of an oasis in the desert. Her lips were like cherries in spring. Her cheeks a rosy pink like of a newborn. And her eyes..." My breath got caught in my throat as he looked at me, memories of 'her' danced in his eyes. He was drifting away.
"Wh-Why didn't it work out?" I asked, breaking the trance.
"Such is with things that are not meant to be, I believe. But I loved her, that's all I know, and I was content with just that."
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