Faint Memory

Faint Memory

I'm holding on to this idea of the man I once was madly in love with. 

An illusion of something we had.

It was beautiful. But those days are long past us. 

There's nothing beautiful anymore.

The image I hold dear to my heart is shortly fading away. 

And that's all it will be an image.

A faint memory of what we had. 

 

What if?

What if?

my hair.

my hair.

0