Three pic­tures.

There’s so much to say, but noth­ing comes out. I think I’m still in shock. When I think that things have passed, this hap­pens. Complete ambiva­lence has turned to incon­clu­sive­ness. All I know is that I’m still a suck­er for those two lit­tle words. There’s solace in the hope that oth­er things will work out, that they would­n’t have hap­pened, had things not end­ed up like this. Now all that’s left is clut­ter of ques­tions.

Karma makes me ask who I’ve wronged so great­ly to deserve this. At the same time, it’s an open-end­ed answer that does­n’t give me what I’m look­ing for, or make me feel any bet­ter.

And what do I do now, when all I have left are mem­o­ries that may fade like old pho­tographs sit­ting in the sun?