She has gone but the cracks are still there.

Sometimes I still see her. The long black hair with red highlights, the acute glance, the blue shirt.

But I know it's time to let her go. The colours fade away. And I cherish every drop of them until there is no more.

"It's okay" - I told myself while I was picking up the broken pieces of Our Past Dreams, trying to rebuild my new one - "Little by little. This is just a part of the process. Maybe not today, but eventually, my Jar will be fixed".

And I know that day will come soon.