Apr15
“ I fell in love with the awkward meals we would share with your family. The strange traditions. The interrogations, discussions of art, life, and the dishes. I fell in love with the wallpaper in the apartment above the hair salon. And everything about it. The green walls in the living room. The nude paintings on the walls. The books. The nook and cranny bathroom. The whimsical kitchen. The smell of Colombian food. The birthday wishes and that weird birthday head piece I wore on my eighteenth birthday. Even the front door I never could open. But. You moved from that apartment into a house. And you left behind my love. ”