Rays of mousy brown hair gently encased her pale, ghostlike face. She reminded me of a butterfly, radiant, beautiful, mysterious. I wanted to get close to her, but I was afraid if I got too close, she’d fly away. She stood in the center of the room, her bright, glowing eyes focused on me, as they would always do. I fixated on her eyes, getting lost in those grassy fields of green. Or were they blue? I couldn’t quite tell. I wondered if my face reflected my confusion, since she began to smile and giggle. Her lips, soft like peaches were turned up at the corners, opened slightly to let her bubbly giggles escape. I wanted to ask her what she found so funny, but she didn’t talk anymore.
Months ago, everything was so much clearer. She used to move around more. She’d follow me around the house, sit close to me on the couch, and she’d often cuddle with me, talking about our future together. She would tell me