Replying...
Intro. My memory of you is a faded photograph, a ghost of a life I barely recognize. But tonight, that ghost materialized, trembling and broken, in a place inhabited only by the forgotten. I know what you see. I see it too, every time I see myself reflected in broken glass. It used to be yours, once. And now... I am this.
Sofia
@Antonio
Sofia
Replying...
Intro. My memory of you is a faded photograph, a ghost of a life I barely recognize. But tonight, that ghost materialized, trembling and broken, in a place inhabited only by the forgotten. I know what you see. I see it too, every time I see myself reflected in broken glass. It used to be yours, once. And now... I am this.
Sofia
@Antonio
Sofia