She is not here anymore...

She gave me a mild smile. She always apologized me and thanked me. I loved her way of saying such words. But it was me who should've said such words. I didn't take her call because I hated a cell phone. I lost many opportunities to hear her voice which can never be heard now. It echoes in my brain but does not sound. There's no day when I don't remember her. When I think upon some girl, I remember her. When I think about a lot of things I could have done for her, I regret I didn't talk more and spend more time together with her. I miss her. I miss her kindness.