Overjoyed

It's strange really. Now that she's gone I can remember her smile and the melodic sound of her laughter. I remember her gentle touch and the way she ran her hands through her hair. However, I can no longer remember the sound of her screams or curses. I can't seem to picture her hands, which always seemed to be holding a cigarette. It's like I can't remember the most important part of her, the part that drove me crazy but always left me endlessly fascinated.

Currently on hold until further notice.