Beautiful.

She was beautiful. Her lovely eyes. Her slim body, slender legs, so toned, firm but not that muscular. Oh how beautiful Columbia was.

I never got to tell her how much I adored her. How much I loved her. Even if I had told her she would have probably thought that I was joking. Life was just one big joke to Columbia, she never took anything seriously.

But I loved her, despite her many faults, despite my many faults. At least I still had the ability to love. At least I still had the ability to value the beautiful things in life. Like Columbia.