Memories of a Past Love
Category: WOMEN
And right before the flames would go out, if I let myself, I'd see our ghosts. Dancing in the corner, holding hands, tightly. Laughing, pointing to each house and telling each other stories of how life would be if, well, reality didn't so fervently want to disagree.
By Clarissa Wei, ContributorWriter in Los Angeles. www.clarissawei.com, 2014-12-25