I see her face, jade eyes framed by raven locks, and I yearn for her.
The sight of her ruby lips curving into a smile would make the most arid desert blossom with life.
I remember the touch of her pale skin, like velvet. I can never forget the way she laughed when my fingers caressed her face. I would give anything to touch her again.
But I cannot.
Our love will only live on as a memory now.
All I can do is watch from afar as she walks by. She has a new life ahead of her, while I am doomed to wander the world, forever restless.
Forever haunted by memories of my life.