I guess that the most pressing image I still carry of you is your hair. Beautifully messy, golden, and incomparable to anything I had ever seen, or…
And while awaiting what ought to have happened between you and him, you stared into his eyes, realizing you would never be able to kiss him.
Victoria, I’d love to call you my friend, but the sun simply looks odd today. Who are you? You tend to ask yourself, without much clue on the…
When I was young I saw John’s face. I could never take it out of my head.