The strongest memories that I have of her, will be of her picking flower for a bouquet. Has I stood there I thought how can I please her? What can I do to make her smile the same way she makes me? Could she be the one? I was committed to find out. Unfortunately I might not find that out. Even if this true I will still respect, thank, help and believe in her. Even now those simple memory take hold of me. I have to let them go not for her but for me.