I remember this time, on the couch, talking with her. I remember her telling me she had a dietary problem once. I remember waking up next to her and telling her I love her and she telling me she loved me too. I remember us going to exhibitions, theatres, ballets, exploring, painting, making love next to derelict rails. I remember her love and affection, her never-ending quest for the deeper questions. Her playfulness. Her kindness. Her fight with herself to love me. Her soft way of approaching things. I miss her so much.