She is like an ellipsis, do you understand?
Like an eternal string of lights that brightens the Christmas tree without end.
She is like a candy that does not melt, a fountain of beauty that does not exhaust, an undying day.
She is the soft rain of snow lingering in the air.
She is so endless that it is impossible to hold her.
And hence I do not have her, even though she is all around me.