I couldn't believe he was gone. Although I knew deep in my subconscious that he was, I kept trying to convince myself that it was just a horrible nightmare; That he'd come walking up the front porch stairs to my door and pull me back into his arms. I waited for him for days after he'd left; Every day looking out the window, watching for his car to pull up. I knew he had just left temporarily. Perhaps I'd done something to anger him. No, I knew I had. My mortality was the very thing which intrigued him and disgusted him about me. Days passed by excruciatingly slow and one morning I woke up and realized I couldn't remember the exact perfection of his jaw line. It frightened me, as if this realization made the fact he was gone more of a reality. I looked all over my house in vain, hoping to find the pictures he'd taken from me so I could recall once more the image which was starting to blur around the edges. This continued for days, weeks, months, each part of his beautiful face slowly starting to fade away until I started to think that maybe his perfection was just a awesome creation from my imagination. But... his eyes. I'd never forget his eyes. They spoke more to me in a single glance than any words ever could. The spoke of the love he felt for me, how deep it was. He didn't love me. Somehow he made me believe he did and I was willing but he had lied. I had to remember this, to keep my sanity, what little there was left...