She was asked to forget... She decided to turn the page...

They asked her to forget him... 
They asked her to open her heart and never close it... 
They asked her to oblige...

She tried... and exposed her heart, or thought she did... But everyone - including her- can see it was locked...

She thought if she just write why he was still there in her heart, mind and soul... She can then turn that page of her life and start anew...
So she wrote...

He packed my beloved books with me, and kept but one aside... It was the only one that I wrote on... With a phrase underlined and next to it two small words, written with a pencil..."How Lovely..." they said... 
He hid the velvety pencil I wrote with in his little pocket, playfully... and yet he kept it... He said when i asked, you were holding it...
He carried my bag to the final destination, he knew it was good bye, and yet he asked me not to leave... 
He held me tight when i fell from the marble steps, and asked me to keep dreaming, but always when he's around...
He called me his weakening point, but that i made him so strong...
He loved me with his eyes, smile, and voice...
He sang a song he never liked, only because I loved...
He held me so tight when it was good bye, never wanted to let go, he cried without tears, and screamed quietly, then he said..."Go..."
But I couldn't, he was still holding me tight...
He was there at my deepest sadness, holding my hands and asking me to cry... He was there at my happiness, holding his arm...  Devouring my giggles...

He was the last face I saw before i leave... 

So, she thought that page was finished, and she was to do some editing and then turn to the next page...
Few days later, her other velvety pencil was still in that page, the first page of a new journal... 
The journal was still open, the pencil has never left...
And...
That page was never turned...