For him, she was eternally grateful. He had loosened the grip loneliness had on her, made her feel like she did not always have to be so solitary, so reclusive, so reticent. No one had ever made her feel the way he had. She had never loved anyone before him; not in the same way.

She knew one thing for certain: she would love him forever.

And she did. She went on loving him long after they had parted—long after she was supposed to have forgotten him. He was someone she could never forget because she had fallen so deeply in love with his soul and nothing else. She would not have looked twice at him normally. He was only so handsome in her eyes because she had first fallen for him.