She was the most loving person. She would always give me a back massage or talk to me about anything and I could do the same for her.

I feel like I'm missing my other half. We were soul mates. It's just not fair.

She had a bright smile, bright personality. She wasn't really loud, but once you got to know her, she was a really, really amazing person.

You get that maniac out here to talk with me in person.

She just wound up caring and loving the wrong person.

Odd, she thought, how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love - soaked, drenched in love - only to discover later that perhaps you didn't know that person quite as well as you had imagined. Or weren't quite as well known as you had hoped to be. In the beginning, a lover drank in every word and gesture and then tried to hold on to that intensity for as long as possible. But inevitable, if two people were together long enough, that intensity had to wane.