epilogue:

 

and she'd said, 'don't you forget about me.' i keep my promises.

this is the after-story
of (ellipsis).

out of the confusion, consequence. she chose another path. so now, now i need a place to put all the memories she asked me to make.

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August 27

i will remember her:

walking downtown on the way to crepes. on the way, we stopped in on one of those low-price “fashionista” hotspots, i think it was Rainbow, and she wove through the racks toward the sunglasses by the cashier. rows of bright colours, she pulled the most obnoxious ones, tried them on with a smirk. she walked out with orange and black boxy wayfarers in hand, but wearing checkered heart-shaped glasses. in my head i heard the chorus from When The Heart Guides The Hand.