A tiny piece of fiction inspired by one of my stories…
Paris is beautiful but I question my sanity. I walked past those flowers you love and I bought them for you. I know, you’re not even here. But now they’re in my room and they smell amazing and they remind me of you.
I think I dreamt of you last night. I hated that I couldn’t remember all of it. And I hated that I woke up alone. I almost called but I had this perfect vision of you wrapped in our sheets asleep having your own dream. And I just couldn’t wake you. Next time, I may just be selfish and call anyway.
I miss you. And I love you.