Chapter one.
I just find it curious, he says, that after all these years you are the hardest person I’ve ever had to get over. So many other faces, stories, loves, highs, lows, moments are gone, as time fades them away.
But yours is still clear.
I dream of you, he says. In my dreams, your face has weathered with age. You look tired, but unsurprised to see me. You look at me with those same eyes.
In my dreams you tell me, as you have for years: “I can’t be with you, anymore.”
And in my dreams I tell you: “I know. But I can’t help loving you.”
Chapter two.
Tell me how I can say yes to anyone, when in doing so, I’m saying no to you.
