She and the ghost held hands as they walked through the streets, talking and laughing, and never once stopped to worry about what others might think. They were in their own little world, content in each other's company.
When the night started to fade away and the sun started to rise, they found a quiet spot in the park and watched the sun come up, their hands intertwined. They didn't need to say a word; they knew that they had found something special in each other.
Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months. They spent their days exploring the city and learning more about each other. They went to the movies, the beach, and the zoo, and never once did she feel like she was missing out on life.
Every night they said goodbye and she would watch him walk away, knowing that he would always be there when she wake up the next morning. They had found a love that was so strong, so pure, that nothing could ever come between them.
Time passed, and soon their days together started to feel like a distant memory. She could still feel him by her side, but he was slowly fading away. She knew it was time to let him go, so she said her final goodbye, and watched him disappear into the night.
As she walked away, she felt a strange sense of peace. She had been given a chance to love, and even though it had been brief, it had been beautiful. She knew that no matter what happened in her life, she would always carry the memory of her ghostly love with her.