There is still a fading alphabet in a tiny corner of the mehendi that adorns my right hand. It reminds me of when I first got to know you, days we spent chatting endlessly on msn, while we sat only a second apart, of up-down signs and guitars, of crumpled bits of paper, of driving through the cities crowded roads, of coffee and a half-eaten italian meal, of vodka, the smell of your cigarettes, of red fords and movies. Of the fear in your hand when i first held it, of holding you, of the joy you brought, of stealing one kiss and then another on forbidden stairways. Of your shirt, and your smile, and the laughter we shared, of levis, sms, sevi puri. Of sitting together and dreaming. Of earrings, black all stars, and holding you close in lifts, coffee shops, and anywhere i could. Of tears, searching for truth, of longing, and wanting, and getting there, of rain, and guns and roses, ipods, and still life with woodpecker. Of a pack of camels, and love stories around them:). Of silent thank-you's and bright red nail marks, of every place that came to find a memory of you and me, of us. It reminds me, of our dreams and how I long for them to be. And, it reminds me that you're going, if not gone already.