He told her to go, to stay away, to leave him alone.
So she did. Haunted by this mystery she could not solve:
How far was far enough?
Where did he want her to go, where did he want her to stay.
Because as far as she could tell there were worlds between them, galaxies even, but her heart was still with him, her thoughts still chasing after him and her mind still full of those old pictures, the memory of his touch and the sound of his laugh.
By time she came to grasp the outline of what was the inevitable truth:
In her case, there was no far enough. No distance wide enough that could ever stop her from seeing him in strangers walking by, hearing him in the songs that play on the radio and feeling his touch in the winds soft kiss on her cheek.
For love does not stay within borders. It has the abilty to cross every boundary, overcome every distance and ignore every limitation.
Its what makes it so beautiful but also what makes it so painful.