Oh My

And so, like a spell she followed his trail of lovely letter-memories of concentrated happiness. The blue envelopes sat so perfectly, one after another, on a shameless and beautiful road that left her delirious but degenerated. She could not decide if this was a good sort of pain, and in the end she decided to leave the trail behind for each memory took her back to a certain sense of happiness she had long forgotten after years of trying to forget. He had left her in so many different ways. And so she began to cry because she did not know how else to feel. 

photocred: the fashion spot