Lemon CheeseCake

I saw you in my dream last night, still so beautiful, so sprite. While tracing the outline of your wounds I asked, if they still hurt? You looked at me and replied , "They look the same as before, but I don't feel a thing anymore". "Me too", I smiled.

Everyone heard her laugh uncontrollably, yet no one noticed the deep sigh that followed. Her high spirits made me wonder, how often she cried herself to sleep. She being there for everyone, only proved that no one ever did for her. That girl has a story. A story, I want to know and if I am lucky enough to become a part of.