ii

She was, as I would say, slightly above average. She wasn't the world's most beautiful person nor was she ugly, her bones didn't show but she was not fat. She was healthy and she was a woman.

Her soul so bare and broken, exposed to me for the briefest of glimpses that I couldn't believe how beautiful it had been. I knew little of what it was and how long it takes to repair such irreparable damage. I only knew one thing: fix. So with mine I tried to mend anew the soul I had thought I knew, but when I woke after using such a portion of myself to fix another, I lay alone.

When the day came that she left, I had not known she had done so, only later would I learn the truth. The person who had stolen my first kiss and pushed these feelings onto me disappeared with no explanation. She was a ghost and I was haunted. I lay awake wondering, pondering every situation and outcome. Asking myself why.

A message from me to her and I knew then that I had lost what was never mine. Something that never will be but will continue to stay with me as she forgets me, the person who had used their soul to repair another's.