Her fingers tapped on her leg.
Brown curls, blowing in the wind.
It had been a year.
A sparkle in his eye.
The day was perfect, as it always was there.
Lips curling into a smile.
She still remembered him well.
Laughter like a waterfall.
They said he was dead, but she didn't believe them.
Presenting a gift forged for her.
They were holding something back, something they weren't telling.
A silver rose with gently curled petals.
He had always seemed too alive to be dead.
Long thin fingers, nimble and quick.
They said he had met another girl.
A shadow right behind his eyes.
A perfect girl, the only girl for him.
Sadness hiding behind a happy mask.
She never had the chance to tell him.
The briefest of touches tingling on her skin.
Her fingers tapped on her leg.
.. / .-.. - …- . / -.- - ..- : I love you.