She was gone.. And there wasn't a damned thing I could've done to make her stop walking from my life.. She was my dove, and the cage had been broken..
Silently and sullenly I trudged from the airport, the last place I ever held her close to me body for god knows how long, you don't realise how much you grow attached to one single human being, and my Alice was that to me..
So again, I changed my looks; grew my hair into tufts of auburn curls, changed my style as the decade came to a close, still no sign of my love Alice, no word, no letters, nothing, as if she was gone.. Maybe she truly was gone.. Mum told me to move on, maybe it is..
I'm now working towards my second year in Astrophysics, made a new friend, started a band. Life's looking okay, Alice is all but a distant memory of that one romance, fleeting like a tide..
