R.M. Dolin, April 15, 2024
Pages are meant for turning, moments meant for passing, yet some linger like shadows brought to life under a fog enshrouded lamppost on a misty night. Silent and distant, providing little comfort no matter how much their presence is welcomed. Do you remember loving me, or was it just a lie I allow myself to believe. How are you certain it really is really over. Don’t I deserve to know that while we were together you at least tried, at least until you couldn’t pretend anymore. Just so you know, I never did.
Kyle questions whether Nadia ever loved him while accepting he still loves her.
