Why is it so hard to let go of those things that hurt us the most? We hold on until they destroy us. Unwilling and unable to let go.

She was a mystery to those around her. No one really knew her, although many tried. People were drawn to her like magnets, wanting to be her friend. Yet, she had few friends. She preferred to stay home and was rarely seen out in public. Her home was warm and inviting from the street, but very few had actually ever seen the inside.

She was very beautiful with striking features. Her jaw line was angular, yet soft. Her eyes were a crisp, clear icy blue. One could get lost in her eyes. There was a quiet vulnerability about her that could be sensed from far away. Maybe it was the touch of sadness always swimming in the back of her eyes. Even when she smiled, she never really looked completely happy.

She was a very strong woman with an unwavering self confidence. She had been standing up for herself since she was very young. She never had a mother to teach her or to show her the way, she only had herself. Yet, she was a kind and compassionate teacher. Always gentle with the children. Always able to calm the wildest child in the class without so much as raising her voice.