Love was a four letter word that held profound meaning to her. She didn't throw the word around often, she could count on one hand the number of people she'd used it with. He was one. The other two? Irrelevant. He was her and she was him. At least, that's how she wanted it. In his eyes, she was another girl, same face, same features, sadder story. He loved her once and forgot her twice. She was his nothing and he was her Achilles heel. The mere mention of his name would sear holes in her heart and the idea of his face was enough to make her want to gouge her eyes out with a spoon. At the sound of her name it took him time to realize who she was and why her name was being uttered in his presence. Two drastically different ideas. One in the same reality.
