Dear Milena, I think the saddest thing of it all is that the relationship was never real—both from your end and mine. I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly. It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.
Wanna find piece of mind; looking for the answer.
