She is the best from my roster of exes. Apart from the fact that she is a rare search, I can never emphasize the feeling that I won't find another like her. We got along because we didn't like the same things. That way, opposites attract gave me a practical lesson. She is the one of the girls who got my idea of the perfect wave. Most of the time, when I feel horny, I think about our intimate times. LOL. I'm kidding.
She's the only girl who can be with me when I'm messed up from a game, all sweaty, when I'm on a bad call, when my mood swings from one peak to the other, when I'm on my happier times, or even when I'm on my lowest. She is the middle C of my piano, for all notes which came after or before her sounded: too low, for they can't get the kick that I'm trying to sustain; too high, for they overdo things, making me feel asphyxiated.
A couple of them did things above her standard. As it may sound as wrong judgment to let them go, I saw myself looking for an open space, for air. Having a surplus of care intimidates me. I need it only on the specific time and moment. To me, there was a right combination of worrying, caring, leaving-alone and timing, and this particular girl got it right on the spot.
I think, even if I say that I've moved on, I still have this longing deep down, something which needs to be nourished but I've intentionally kept starving for there is no way of bringing things back. Like a lost cause.
Now that I'm single, I can't help but think about what-ifs. What if I try to communicate with her again? What if she gives me another chance? What if she was waiting for me all along but my ego was so big that I didn't want to talk to the girl who broke my heart? What if this time, we'd do better?
Or what if I'm just making these all up just because I want a companion?

