I saw a man today, he looked as if he was aimlessly wandering the streets. As I passed him slowly, I heard him softly say "She's not gone, she's here, by my side holding my hand" I looked at his face as he smiled. I couldn't help but stop and ask, "Excuse me, but who's holding your hand?" he explains "my girlfriend, she loves me." Confused, I stated "Sorry, but why did you say she's not gone?" He fell to his knees and started to sob "she died today, somewhere along this road and I wasn't there to stop that car hitting her."