Between Cupid and kismet, there you were!


He says he wants to forget. Me. Like a bad taste in one’s mouth. I take it as an admission; he has to work at forgetting. Me. So I smiled at his distaste. At memory. At him. At us. Who we were. Who we are. Who we’ve become. We were something, if only in myContinue reading “Between Cupid and kismet, there you were!”