Your feelings for me disappeared so instantly that I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to hold your hand and never let go, which is perhaps why I asked you out for coffee that night, for the last time.
These past months I’ve tried to rebuild myself and free you from my thoughts. Sometimes I manage, and in many other moments your memory turns stubborn and I can’t. Like an ocean wave, it comes and goes.
It was summer when you walked away, but it felt like winter because of how my sky clouded over. My heart remained in its last quarter, and even so I gathered courage: I came to your favorite place to let you go.
Photography by Emilio Sandoval Corona
I like being able to convey emotions through images; writing to myself helps me release my emotions.