I dreamt of her again, last night.

It's always her, whenever I can remember it. No matter what her face looks like, or the voice that comes out of her mouth, I know it's her. She cannot hide herself from me.

She laughed at me, when I told her that I was missing something. I didn't know what it was, but I knew that something was gone, something very important. She laughed, and seemed uninterested... Her eyes gave her away, though. After I was lost in her, her eyes told me everything I needed to know.