In those hours I lost track of myself. With nothing to do but think my mind wandered but in the end it always came back to one point. I always ended up thinking of her. That little witch that opened my eyes so wide. She was ever present in my thoughts even after all this time. And I realized something so mind shattering and heart rending in a moment of clarity. I might never see her again. Is it not strange that we realize not what we have. Even once she was gone I didn't truly realize how flawlessly flawed she is. Even now as I write my mind grasp for words to use but none come up that would possibly be pure enough to be used in describing her. Once so eloquent my mind draws an absolute blank. I guess what I'm saying is that she is ever present on my mind.