A stolen look, a wistful glance, was all she had. The party she was attending was in full-swing; people were milling around. In her macular vision, she spotted him. he was talking and laughing with a group, and she, she was going through the motions, pretending to care, about the discussion. But in her mind, another world really, in her mind there was a montage being played out, scenes from her past were rolling. When they met, where they met, how their friendship, blossomed, how it flowed in to deep and respectful love; each moment felt as if it was alive and happening to her - then and there. It was a miracle she could keep a straight face, let alone stand straight. She felt his eyes on her, and she looked up,hesitant. Their eyes met, feelings were expressed, regrets exchanged, sadness multiplied, hope raised its head. With a considerable effort, she looked away, back at her...