Her

In all honesty, I don't know what to say. My mind goes blank whenever I think of her or at least try to think about what went through her head when she broke up with me, not once but twice. She kept saying she was miserable, depressed even but wouldn't give me a reason as to why she was feeling that way. Sometimes I feel as if I barely knew her. Throughout our relationship, it felt like something were separating us, never allowing us to be one, like the veil that separates the dead from the living (though in her case, it was her thoughts and emotions that she kept masked effortlessly behind sparkling eyes and that beautiful smile). I think Sitara is and always will be an anomaly for me, a mystery that I will never be able to solve, you know why? Because she won't trust me. She won't trust me with that side of hers that she dare not show a single soul and I'm starting to think now that she may be right because if she weren't, then I'd still be there by her side, waiting for her to open up to me so I could embrace her for all that she is. Maybe it's better this way. But that doesn't mean that I have or ever will forget her; I am and will forever be haunted by the ghost of her.