Tonight I feel old and sad. Found some old photos on my computer. Seems like yesterday. I know I was there. I feel like I'm there. But it only exists in my mind now.

I don't believe in there being "a one" for all eternity. I believe there are many people who could be "the one" if you just came across them at the right place at the right time. But it's not easy to find another "one", as the majority of them are taken at any given time, or living in faraway places. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I think I found one, and then I lost her.

Looking at her face I feel like crying. Strange feeling. Why did she leave me? She was very sick that day. I was worried and wanted to go back to the hotel. But she looks so happy in the photos. She loved me so much. Where did it go wrong? How could I have missed it? It ended badly. I was too proud to admit it was happening. Until it was too late. Then I begged her to stay. How stupid of me.

I want to touch her now. But she is gone.