The touch and feel of her body was unlike any other feeling a human being living on this earth could even imagine. The smoothness and warmth of her skin was welcoming and made me feel safe. The softness of her beautiful eyes let me know that she was kind, forgiving. When I pushed her hair behind her ear she looked at me as if she was a little girl again, her face filled with pure happiness. When I kissed her, the world stopped moving and everything was silent as if it was just me and her alone on this planet. Everything felt right, we were on top of the world and nothing could stop us…or so I thought. Now, her skin feels coarse and unwelcoming. Her eyes seem as if they’re black always staring at me showing me she is sad and unforgiving. When I would reach my hand out to move her hair she would stop me and lower my arm to my side. We barely kiss and when we do it feels forced, she’s no longer happy with me. She told me she couldn’t do it anymore; she told me it was a waste of time. But how could it be a waste if the only thing I want is to hold her in my arms and never let her go ever again? The time I spent with her doesn’t feel wasted, it feels worthwhile. If I could I would spend all the time left in this world with her. But things change. Or more specifically people change. There will never be another girl like her I’m certain and you know why? Because nobody is perfect, and she was nobody.