She stood in awe of the white mausolem that she saw through the thick lens of her camera. Those ancient marble stones were stacked up on top of each other, aligned into magnanimous geometric shapes that convex and concave into arches, domes, and pillars. As the morning sun woke up the hues that hid in the stones, the mausolem came to life, lighting up every detail carved on it. How strange that this architectural monument has stood the test of time and even after a hundred years it stood majestically in the same place where it was first raised. It remind her of some loves similar to the white marble mausolem that are painstakingly built of the smallest of emotions and evolve into the greatest love stories of all time. It reminded her of him.