“Do you think about mommy?” “I always think about her, sweetie.” “The first year was really hard. I wrote letters, and left flowers for her everyday. She loved flowers… I never knew where the letters went. Sometimes the rain washes them away, sometimes I would drop it in the mailbox.” “Did she ever get the…

Should we part once more… Her father lifted the hair against her shoulders and gently placed it upon her neck. A heart necklace with a photo inside. “This way you’ll always know that she’s there with you, your guardian angel.” “How did you know when you were in love?” Her father thought for a moment.…

She loved him when they were able to live in simple luxuries, and she loved him him when they were barely able to make it. She always made him feel better, comforting him in sickness, growing closer during times of valley; and when they reached the mountains high, relaxing in happiness and health, enjoying life.…

“May I?”, he said extending his hand. She handed him the book and he flipped through the pages. “You know, we’re all kind of like books. What kind of book do you want to write?” The book was in pristine condition, and in the corner of his eye he noticed writing on a page before…

Coalescence. The process where droplets augment by a force of attraction through movement. Growing until reaching a point that overcomes resistance, becoming too difficult to be held. As the force of gravity coincides with the composition. And it falls to the Earth. Falling as rain… It comes in entrance and goes in conclusion. Bringing life…

Rubbles. Rain dripping. A black and white moving silhouette in a captured portrait, as writing and voice repeat in echo. Vanishing. Turning it to see one more time, one last time. Duty is the death of love… and love is the death of duty. Dirt and debris flying like birds in the air. Drips of…

The word is penultimate. The moment just before something ends. The second to last episode or chapter. The feelings you get when you know things are about to end. You chose to take this journey, and it was quite a journey to explore. Little by little knowing the end is coming, and sort of wanting…

She gave him a kiss whenever they departed. Because each moment was treated like a cherished memory, as if any moment could be their last moment. And should the last moment come to surface one day, their last memory of one another will be their kiss goodbye. And so he gave her a kiss whenever…

The performance was in dedication, a performance that she was supposed to be in… as people danced by two in the musical finale, he performed alone in memory of her there. It rained the afternoon of her memorial. People spoke, friends and family cried. Memories that became lost in the rain. He stood there for…

Maybe the beauty of life is always in the search of something we love. That even when we find it, we have to let go. Because only then, do we realize, what is gone. When we have a whole life ahead, we wait for another day, but when it is the last. It’s been over…

jasmine. hazel. rose. she loved flowers. and so it was only natural for her to like the flower names they were discussing. he held them in his arms with a sad smile. it would be their last night together, the three of them. For the laughs we had, the crazy adventures we traveled, the sandy…