This is the corner I pass by everyday, several times a day in many years to be precise. There was a girl now in another life, once stood right at this place, telling me she was here and she could feel me walking by.
I missed her on that day and I couldn’t stop missing her. The pain is eating me alive that I cannot take anymore. I took a trip down there today, took a few photos at the very same place she was at. I could see marks she left, I could smell her, I could tell she was here.
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