"I suppose all’s left to do is to get over it. It is very lonely though."
"It was very hard. When you left I didn’t keep any photos of you, even when we were together I conciously refrained from taking photos together. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because I knew it would eventually be over and I didn’t want any of that pain lingering behind. Sometimes I look for signs, signs that we were really together, that it all didn’t happen in my head. The few photos that I managed to find made things worst, your back, my nose, us talking in the background of other people’s photos. None of us TOGETHER, together you know? Like maybe a group shot, me behind, you in front, with twenty other people. All I have is this one photo, its not even a real photo of you, it’s a photo of someone who LOOKED like you. Like maybe if I put my thumb over his eyes, yeah, cause he has your mouth. I’d know your mouth anywhere, and if I kept half his face covered it’s like I still have a bit of you with me. It’s comforting and disturbing at the same time."
