Those words echoed in my head, bouncing off the walls of my mind at a deafening tone.  It was so easy with her.  So organic.  So natural.  I could be myself around her.  Relaxed.  She was one of the good ones.  Loyal.  Affectionate.  I trusted her.  Sure, she was special: but it wouldn’t be too difficult finding that connection, that instant chemistry, again with someone else, right?  Let alone impossible?  Young, wild and free, the world would be my oyster: and there were plenty of fish in the sea besides Holly.  Deep down I always thought I’d come back for her; but before I knew it the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and the months to years, until finally: there was no more time.