"It was you. only you"
It was the answer she expected to her question.
She had loved the demons he harboured, she loved his faults. she had loved him despite the fact that he couldnt love her back.
she knew him. intimately. physically. spiritually. emotionally. she knew his fears, she knew his little conquests, his quirks and his eccentricities. his pride, his ego and his vanity. she knew them all.
and yet, the answer never came.
It was time. To forget her past. to forget her dream.