Max.
Silky brown hair.
Mysterious hazel eyes.
Deep gentle voice.
Max.
Angela couldn't stop thinking about him. His tanned face hung before her like a ghost. He was filling her mind.
She could even hear his voice calling her name. Angela.
Angela.
She howled in agony at the thought of him. Her lost love.
Hot tears began streaming down her face. He's gone, he's gone, he's gone!
The sadness washed over her as she fought against the surge of helpless tears. She was in agony still. It had been three years now since the relationship ended.
Three long years......and he's still the only guy I want to be with.....
My Max......
Memories raced through her head.
The time we went ice skating and kept falling over each other. Max and I laughed so hard.
Our first month anniversary, he bought me a music box that played Liebestraum by Liszt, I loved it. He said he got it because I was a dream come true for him.
How Max stroked my hair whenever I was upset.....I wish he was here to do it now........
Angela cried as her broken heart pierced itself with the happiness of the past. Which she knew she would never feel again.
