You remind me of a woman I once knew that I met during my travels of the sub-continent. Piercing ocean blue eyes that could not be lied to, and hair as beautiful as The Golden Temple.
She had great poise, a sort of poise that you only inherit and not learn. My memory of her is vague, but enough remains to recognize her. Enough remains to recognize that you are not her, but you are also her at the same time.
I feel like I am looking at a ghost of a woman I once loved, a ghost that has haunted my memories ever since I left Amritsar all those years ago.
My heart weeps for her and I cannot seem to console it. She touched my soul like no other before and in the end, I left her.
I vowed to go back for her…an empty promise I suppose, one of the many regrets I will take with me to the other side.
I have always longed to see her again and the gods brought me you.
~Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation~