“In the airport's frenzy, our meeting was a quiet storm of emotions. A million thoughts must have rushed through my mind as I approached him, but I can't, for the life of me, recall anything but a whirlwind humming to the rhythm of my steps—slightly offbeat, like a manic indie song. Heartbeat racing in B minor.” RomanceMusicAnxietyEmotionsMemoryReunionPsychological FictionSensory Experience Book:We Are Everyone Source: We Are Everyone
“Then again, in the early morning hours, when the world outside whispers of slumber, my fingers still trace the outline of a memory. He rests there, in that blind spot between the everyday, when his presence feels most palpable, engraved on the half of the bed that remains unforgivingly empty. What a paradox of loss, this heightened sense of him in the heart of his absence.” LoveLossMissingLongingMemoryParadoxIntrospectionPsychological FictionLyrical Prose Book:We Are Everyone Source: We Are Everyone