She was different from anyone else I had met before.
She had this way of speaking as if she had to choose her words very carefully - as if the sound of a single wrong word could reopen old wounds no one could see.
I remember her eyes sparkling as she listened to old french songs, showing everyone in the room how it's in human nature to be able to sing and laugh at the same time.
And the way she acted
(it really used to drive me crazy)
as if she had this belief in her mind that somehow - at the end of the tunnel - she would find the sun.