smell of after rain

When we first broke up, I only remembered all the good stuff.

round and around and around and around we go

photomelissa:

Getting vertigo at the Brooklyn Museum this past weekend.

He paused and turned to regard her.

She hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and said, “why?” She thought he understood her meaning: why her? Why save her, and now why try to rescue her? She had guessed at the answer, but she wanted to hear him say it.

He stared at her for the longest while, and then, in a low, hard voice, he said, “you know why.”