A love, she was my love. To meet as strangers, then weeks and weeks later, to become lovers. It was she who taught me that my first love, wasn't indeed, my first love. It was she who showed the world that I was always oblivious to, and when my eyes were finally open, she guided me through the foreign path. A foreign path that was now familiar and embedded into my mind and will never be forgotten. For when I felt alone, I would close my eyes and dream. Dream of myself, walking down that path and listening to her words echoing around me. And I would never open them again.