Don't want to forget about her

I remember her like a memory bathed in gentle sunlight—a warm presence that brightened the corners of my world. Her laughter had a soft, melodic lilt, like wind chimes dancing in a summer breeze. Now, in her absence, every quiet moment feels like a hollow echo. I long for the sparkle in her eyes that once seemed to hold all the stars in the night sky, and the subtle grace in her every gesture that made life feel poetic. Her silhouette haunts my thoughts, a lingering reminder of the tenderness and hope she brought. Without her, the world seems a little colder, a little dimmer, and I find myself tracing the shadows where her light once shone.