Each night when I sleep finally reached her ,her memory arrived first ,she appeared the way the full moon appear on quiet water ,soft ,silver ,impossible to look away from ,in that gentle light her face seemed unreal ,as if it had been painted by a moment rather than born into the world ,her eyes held him there ,still and breathless and he forgot where he was ,forgot who he had been before her ,she was like a rose that dared to bloom in the height of summer bold ,alive ,radiant against the heat of the world .Not fragile ,not distant, but glowing with a warmth that felt dangerous in the most beautiful way . AT THE BEGINNING, he had promised himself he would never fall in love ,love he thought was a risk he would not take ,a door he would keep firmly closed ,but promises are weak thing when faced with a smile like her And now, every time he thinks of her, a bad feeling strikes him sharp, sudden, like a sword driven straight through his chest. Because after all, he betrayed her. She was the purest girl he had ever met, and still, from that day on, he cannot sleep without thinking of her. Every night he asks himself the same question if he hadn't done what he did, would she still be by his side?
He was too foolish, too selfish to understand her feelings when they mattered. And that realization is the wound that never closes.