I walked by the wooden stairs heading to the shore and stopped a few steps away.
I could imagine you sitting by the big rock, staring at the open sea.
And I, still, am watching you from where I am.
Your hair is now fixed in a messy bun, the tattoo at the back of your neck showing.
A hummingbird tattoo—a symbol of happiness and love.
Happiness; now is lost.
Love; now has faded.
All that's left now is me... and my imagination.
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Remembering You
Historia CortaHey it's me, Tyrell. I'm still here, looking back at our memories... The "why's"... The "what if's"... The "I love you's" and the "I'm sorry" too... I'm still here, love... Remembering YOU. (Short entries.)
