I don�t think I�ll ever meet anyone else like her. No one possesses the magic of being human the way she does. Maybe one day we�ll travel together again. Beautiful one, I hope we do. Don�t you ever forget me, because I have a lot of trouble forgetting you.
Imagine if she were here now, sharing my tea...wearing her gypsy's hat...hair and scarves flying...brown eyes smiling... She'd lift me and we'd spin like we did before, and my room would instantly come alive in purples and reds. I�d abandon everything and the world would turn beautiful and unknown. I�d call her Master, she�d call me Margarita. And into hell we�d go, hand in hand.
Together we dove from here into the underworld and back. Was it real? I couldn't believe she felt the same. We met by chance, and lived the same story, at the same time. An eclipse of two strange women. I miss her.
Why do I rhapsodize so much? But why shouldn�t I? The whole world is full of things to rhapsodize about. But none so much as her. Master, it wasn't the rockstars that made it magic. It was you.
11:02 a.m. - 2008-02-21