I saw her. I talked to her. ...Her eyes, it still glistened just like before. But I can't see myself in those eyes. I can't penetrate and see what she was thinking. Standing in front of her, I felt that I lost her forever. It all came back to me - the night I called it quits, the last time she voluntarily held my hand, the last day I bargained for her love. It all happened so fast and after 8 months, I'm still stucked in the past. ...Trying to relive the memories, recalling how it feels like to be wrapped in her arms... because that is the only safe place that I know.