Ephemeral

I met her a long time ago. It feels like a different life now. We fell for each other instantaneously. In the whirlwind of emotions, I lost myself. I found out she had been diagnosed with a life threatening disease as a baby. She wasn't supposed to live long, but there she was, 18 years old. Strong, vibrant, healthy. Or so it seemed. I can imagine being told you are on borrowed time would make you live your life to the absolute fullest. One day she disappeared with out a word. I figured maybe she got bored with me, moved on to the next fascinating soul. Later on I found out that this borrowed time she had been living on finally ran out. She died in her sleep. I suppose I should have known when she told me her name was Ephemeral, that my time with her was going to be fleeting.