I really miss this regal woman, who reminded me a lot of my mother. She spoke beautifully, she was tall, thin, had a small head with hair that reminded me of when I held my mother’s head and I stroked her hair when she was depressed. She even smelled like my mom. She had a slight British accent. She loved art. Her voice beguiled me. She reminded me too of a cousin, who was a younger version of my mother. She was in tech, connected to movers and shakers, had a mother, who refused a proposal by Frank Sinatra. My mother was a run-way model and commercial artist. I feel Freud was correct. I thought this woman was the one. I am really at a loss without her. Life doesn’t make sense.