I see many faces, some bear your name but none look like yours.
No one will be like you. Ever.
You think I should move forward but no matter how many steps I take or which direction I go, I find you.
I stumble upon what we once were.
I don't want to make plans with anyone, no, I don't want to. Not because I don't believe in love anymore or because you're a failure, on the contrary, I love you even more.
The situations change, the kisses, the dances, the smiles, the mornings by your side, have been taken away by a ghost that weighed us down and that hurts a little because you are never ready to say goodbye.
I thought that for the rest of time that life would give me, I would have your hands, your eyes with eyelashes full of desires that you still don't ask for, your huge mole and the neck that I love to kiss so much, your laughter and jokes, the songs and your dances, the smell of skin, the scratched back the next morning, your desire to infect me with life and desire, your smile, your sense of humor and your voice, the one that still sounds in my head but that little by little loses strength and I don't want to forget it.
I still think of you and all that was once ours, because for me love does not end, the feeling will remain yours. I haven't stopped believing that one day I'll see you again, maybe by chance, maybe by accident of mine that you'll see how I stumble or maybe by your desire, but if one day it happens again, let's make the second or third time always look like the first time we tried.
Photography by Stanley Bloom
