I had been looking at our photograph for hours. It reminded me how happy we were together. I looked outside, through my window, and realised it had been a long time since the day I first saw you...
It was raining.
The rain kept me thinking about that day, that moment in the photograph. It was a day just like today. We had been sitting at the beach, with the rain pouring on our faces, feeling the cold breeze that was coming from the sea.
I really missed you.I had been trying to figure out how to let you go but I didn't seem able to do it. I held the photograph close to me and I held it tightly, like I was holding you in my arms.
The rain started to fall violently and, as I reached my window to close it, a sudden wind left it open. So, without a warning, our photograph, which I held so carefully, flew away with the wind.
We were gone.
Written by Vanessa Oliveira
1 comment:
great history, but sad...
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