This memory of you

[This is a work of fiction.] > You always used to sit on my right. I remember how much I loved to turn my head and look at you while talking. You used to tell me how you spent your day, talk to me about your past, make dreams about our future together. You wereContinue reading “This memory of you”

What is left behind

[This is a work of fiction.] Three photos. That is all that’s left from you. Back then, taking photographs was much harder than now. You had bought that film for that last college party. While placing the film in the camera, you remembered we had no photo together, just the two of us. See, weContinue reading “What is left behind”