I loved her. How could I not, She was my sister. But I did not like her and she knew that. She always said, “It’s funny how humans can love somebody so much and not like them at the same time.” I could never understand her, she was like a new puzzle everyday and one of her pieces always remained missing. That curve of her lips was always upwards and that seemed to set everything right. She was too good to be true. But the worst part was that she never said anything to me. Although I was her elder sister I knew nothing about her. She always played the part of a listener. I did ask her one day about why she never shared her problems or at least her happiness with me. The answer she gave me changed my perspective about life. She said, “Some things are only meant to be for us and not anybody else. Those things need to be felt by ourselves alone. You know how when we are sad or distressed, people ask us to talk about it with others and let things out so that we don’t feel sad anymore. Well, this happens in other situations too. Like you have this really special feeling inside you and whenever you think about it, it brings a smile on your face but then you tell somebody about it who can’t really relate to it and might just be like, “Wow, that’s great” and that would be it. Like you had your heart filled with something but since you’ve let it out and it wasn’t reciprocated back, a space is created within your heart which is later filled by something else. And then as you let these special things be known to others the space keeps increasing. And one day your heart will be filled with other stuff. And that special feeling you had once wouldn’t be special anymore.” It’s really hard to believe how just a few months ago when she was right in front of my eyes I never understood her, but I think I do now. Now, when I’ve finally found the missing piece of the puzzle she was. Now, when she is not around anymore.