My memory loves you...it asks about you all the time ~Jonathan Carroll~
Raphael
It has been four weeks since Sophie left, more than 30 days, more precisely 722 hours, 26 minutes and a few seconds, but who is counting? I thought, ridiculing my own weakness.
Watching her leave was one of the hardest experience in my adult life. The memories were the worst, her scent lingered on my bed—or maybe that was just wishful thinking—her high-pitched laughter, her adorable giggles and her slim body sleeping beside me every night
Italy was beautiful as usual, but it had lost its appeal the minute she left. The sun still rose, the birds still sung, the beach still flirted with nature and the sky still reigned supreme. But my life stood still. I wondered how everything could remain the same while a
