The Ghost Of A Ghost (Of A Ghost)

The Ghost Of A Ghost (Of A Ghost)

I romantically wrote novels of us on empty cups, envisioning the moment when your dark eyes would meet mine after a night out on Bowery. Sometimes, I would cross out the words to write a more cliche moment in an airport where our gazes meet for a second, but I continue walking away from you.

The truth is, we never saw each other again. Your name never escapes our mutual friends' lips, your face never makes a cameo in photos on my newsfeed, a song never comes on and reminds me of college nights spent with you in Coconut Grove.

I thought you were the love of my life that would haunt me forever, and sometimes I wish you would.

But you are only a ghost of a ghost, one that I question ever lived at all. 

<3 M. 

The Infinite Protector

The Infinite Protector

The Polaroids

The Polaroids