I saw her standing there, draped in white linen. She stood under the mango tree and I could see her take a deep sigh. This is her story:
"I once held him here (a vision formed beside her.. like all other dreams, its just an imagination) and we looked into each other's eyes, not talking at all. Sometimes, you talk things through silence, and you understand every meaning of it in his eyes. We had a great adventure with love, like the roller coasters we can see from a distance. He wasn't like all the other men I've met. He was ill tempered but his touch is soft. He was strict, but caring. He was strong, and yet when I held him, he was like a child (She sat down on the grass, the vision of the man rested its head on her lap). But as a woman, my mind changes and I wanted more. I know he can move the mountains and catch a falling star for me if I ask him too. However, doubt has always been a companion and misery followed soon after. I couldn't see my self with him like before, even the reflections I cast on the water cry out to me to run back to his arms and take that big leap with him. I wanted more than the stars in the sky.. and I went looking for it but found that none of them can stay in my hands long enough.
In the end, my dreams have crumbled and it is all because of me. Under this tree, he left a note and said good bye. He didn't even wait for me to reply to him. Only the wind helped brush away the tears that have fallen. I wanted more than the stars in the sky... but it was too late when I realized, this man is already the creator of my world and he once gave me an eternity I never asked."
At that moment, she wept. And when she tried to kiss the vision lying on her lap, it dissappeared into thousands of butterflies. Not even one of them left a kiss on her cheek.