Still waiting for the orchid after so many years have passed.
Still hoping to give the answer to the question never asked.
Still cherishing certain moments with a memory slightly warped.
Still looking for a miracle though the biological clock has stopped.
Still attending every wedding never knowing one of her own.
Still convincing those around her that she chose to live alone.
Still reading passionate letters to find comfort once in awhile.
Still ignoring the obvious truth and finding solace through denial.