"Its time to move on," she whispers to herself. The last fleeting thought of her last love fluttered through her mind as she walked down the street. Everything that once reminded her of him seemed to, now, be barely recognizable in any sense more than a passing landmark. How can something that seemed such a sure thing be only a faint memory after such a short time? They say time heals all wounds, but she never expected it to work so quickly.

She hurried through the busy streets, searching for her destination. Frequently bright lights and interesting sights caught her eye and for moments at a time she forgot her mission. Where was she headed? Her mind, a fog of fleeting thoughts, distracted. She saw him today and barely recognized him. She saw him again... and nothing. All that time she only saw what she wanted to see, she wondered "Was there ever anything there at all?"