In Writing

There had been candlesticks and whispering in this room, full wine glasses and music. Dancing shadows on the wall, one of them tall, one of them beautiful. There had been love in this room.

Now there’s only me.
 
Memories are like wolves. You can’t lock them away and hope they leave you alone.
 
The Little Paris Bookshop
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