I miss you my dear. Every night we lay side by side. Awaiting your presence to touch me, to tell me a story. When we spend time together after words I could never remember. Making notes and taking photos just so I could remember. It felt like a fairytale, controlled by no one (nothing to remember)
Sometimes you would get angry, so scary it is. What did I ever do to you? I’m trying my best. Or was it what I did to myself? Are my own demons the ones haunting me?
Feels so real until I wake up and realize it’s a dream.
Photographer: Jack Rogers