She’s gone. While I write this, her plane takes L thousands of miles away from me. She left and the emptiness there is now in me can’t be filled with the remains she left behind. Instagram pictures, Facebook posts, a stack of Philippine coins on my drawer and three books. Unmade bed, dirty dishes, a towel drying in my terrace. All signs that she was here, reminders of the three weeks we spent together. Memories of laugh, tears and sex. L, my lover, my dream of a future.
Jeg elsker deg. Te amo. I love you.