There was a girl I met many years ago.

She wasn't a sweet darling or a 'spoiled queen', she's really somebody.

She looked like having a 75kg body, she told me that is because of her hyperthyroidism. but with long hair, with her humor and a hard working spirit, you just want to say she's pretty.

She's positive towards many things, meanwhile being a little cynic. but I found that is exactly how I define interesting. so we had our first conversation.

We worked in a social community where she sold handcraft goods on her small minivan to those minorities. I helped her introducing products to people walk by; I helped her on accounting, I help her managing inventories, getting things in order.

To compensate my work, she would order food for us and handed one to me with a smile, and when I saw everything we accomplished, I smiled too.

She's from my city, she is imgrant. she's at my age but she almost raised her family. We shared few stories, we've done some projects, met interesting people, and we made that period of time really meant something.

months later,  I got swamped into job application, relocation, I missed her calls, then we disconnected.

I tried to reach her again, however she's in somewhere else, from her facebook page I know, she was diagnosed with some diseases I wouldn't describe.

Years passed,  when I see people here are either wasting time or having discussions about something irrelevant.

I think about her, and days we volunteered together.

I regret that I didn't express my affection to her, I regret to spend more time with her, at least accept her invitation to watch a film, to go cycling which she proposed several times.

Reason I recalled these memory is, I did meet a lot of people afterwards, with all kinds of purposes. some for asking directions, some for business opportunities, some for startups, some for nothing.

But you hardly find a moment, a conversation that leads you to an unforgettable memory, and really made you think about life's meaning, whom you should work with, talk with, what you should do over and over.

I hope she's well already, I never go back to her facebook page since there wasn't any update.

In fact I don't have that courage to verify it.

And this is how we eventually lost our ability, the ability to know or love somebody.

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