#29

How can I write a love story when I have fallen so out of love with everything?

Part 1

That autumn was sunny but windy, which was so strange because it usually just rains. One Friday, you came to my apartment and we walked several times around the one room. I don’t think you noticed the layer of dust covering everything; I never would have brought it up. You stood in front of the window and looked at my loom for a long time and said that looms reminded you of your grandmother. I wasn’t ever sure what you meant by that because you were not smiling when you said it, but immediately afterward you held my hand.