The fascinating mystery of it all
Above all else she was, and no doubt still is, a deeply fascinating person.
Everything about her fascinated me. I had no idea what made her tick, but I was prepared to spend a life time finding out. There seemed no better way to spend a life.
I think part of the reason I still think about her is that I was never cured of my curiousity about her. She was mysterious from the day I met her, grew more mysterious the closer I got and remains mysterious now that she has gone.
So, I guess I shouldn't complain - it seems the mystery I craved will remain forever unsolved, forever a mystery.
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They're all like that.
I'm reminded of the famous book "Everything Men know about Women". It's a thick book, but all the pages are completely blank.
The moral of the story is ... don't fixate ... at least, not yet.
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