I’ll remember your smile for all that it is, beautiful and blinding, a sunspot behind my eyes. I’ll keep the days we had like a book on my bedside table, a story half told, a sentence hanging on bittersweet hope
Photography by Abigail Saturday
I’ll remember your smile for all that it is, beautiful and blinding, a sunspot behind my eyes. I’ll keep the days we had like a book on my bedside table, a story half told, a sentence hanging on bittersweet hope
Photography by Abigail Saturday