Jocedel Zulita
(After Roland Barthes’s A Lover’s Discourse)
Artifact
An either blissful or tormenting reminder of the better days.
Sunlight flooded our room when we woke up. We fell asleep forgetting to draw close the curtains. She was hungover and remained lying in bed. The memory of what she had confessed the night before was still lingering at the back of my head. I was thinking that perhaps it was time that we talk about our relationship.
The conversation was a blur of tears, pinpointing whose fault it was, and finally settling that it was best to end everything. It was too hard to admit that we needed time apart. It was the end of the semester and perhaps the Christmas break could help us think about what we truly wanted.
I needed to return home right after our finals week but I
