You were hoping that time would smooth the edges, as if what we had was shattered glass that could be quietly swept away. But I knew even then that no amount of distance would soften how I felt about you. To me, your absence would be a page torn from a book. The moment I saw you again, it would be as though we never parted. Our story wasn’t one that would fizzle out or be forgotten, only bookmarked and tucked on the back of a shelf.
Photography by Scott Rust