As I revisit our once-upon-a-time, my whole world twists into a sky of inky night and burnt out stars. The weight of these paper years could crush my heart – yet I continue down between the lines.
There we stood, in a forest of ebony and ivory. He smiled, I laughed, and for one magical moment I fell for our modern romance. This old haunt rises now, and as I coax the ghosts to sleep once more, I wonder if that Friday night in the middle of August will forever be our last memory.