I spent the entire night thinking of her, and sleep didn't visit my eyes for even a moment. I placed my hand on my chest, searching for my heart, but I couldn't find it. Then I remembered that it had gone to her the moment I met her. I asked myself, "How am I still living when my heart isn't in my chest but with her?" Then I smiled and said, "Perhaps she has become my heart." And then I searched for my mind, and found it immersed in her image, thinking of nothing but her, seeing nothing else in the world but her. At that moment I realized that she had not only captured my heart, but had also taken root in my mind, becoming the most beautiful story I tell myself, and the most beautiful memory that never leaves my thoughts, no matter how hard I try to forget her.