Forgetting her "Mai"

It is hard for me, I believe that the world doesn't understand my grief. The calls received are all for Her , most asking her where abouts and when or whether she was comming back. Thankfully after a couple days the calls lessened causing me to assume she had gotten back to them, leaving me in the darkness when it came to her futur plans. Yesterday I heard shuffling infront of the door of my apartment, my heart slowed and I stopped my guitar playing. For what felt like an eternity I held my breath hoping it was Her, comming back to me or getting some of her stuff back at the least. Needless to say I missed her face and seeing and hearing her around would bring warmth unto this glacial place. Not suprisingly it was simply my neighbor Mai , sliding mail under the door along with a gold note. Mai was an odd yet sweet being, often observing me and Her consistently. We caught her with her head behing her apartment door peering out when we were going for a night out downtown. When we did meet Mai in the flesh at the grocers we were surprised to see that she was a tall and average looking person. She carried with her a thick bible sized leather note book as if it were a teething child, helpless out of Mai's arms. The small talk was about to end when I asked " What's in that book of yours? You writing a novel?" I chuckled thinking it was funny. Mai on the other hand who's was always content had turned glum, expression hardening like quick drying cement and she hurried out the store leaving her cart. For a whole season we stopped being studied like animals every time we left our apartment. My worry stricken roommate being the caring person she was decided to bake red velvet cupcakes to wake Mai from what she thought was depression and what I though was death. I stood at the door as I promised, watching as she tried to deliver the batch of treats to Mai's door. Just as she was about to knock Mai had opened it looking down blankly at Her waiting for something to be said. She explained that she was worried since she hadn't seen Mai's "sweet" face around and wanted to cheer her up...
Mai made a sound which could arguably be called a giggle thanking her for the baked goods. To this day Mai's good deeds are still being done , she still offered to do our laundry and brought up our mail nevertheless communicating only through cards slipped under our door. I finally picked up the eccentric note from Mai that looked like a golden ticket and read.
" Dear Sam,
T'is officially the first day of summer! Is not the most exciting part of our year? I couldn't help but to notice that she isn't around anymore and you stopped leaving the apartment for quite sometime. Hope things work out .
Love,
Mai ."

At least I was not the only one thinking of her, which was greatly comforting. She leaves an impression, anyone would have a hard time forgetting her.