Many reporters have interviewed me and asked me why my photography is not in color.
I can't answer.
Every time I think of that boy or the person who is already a young man, and his last distant but clear kiss.
That cold rainy night, I told him that I believed he loved me. He seemed to understand something. He was particularly crazy and restless that day, and he wanted to rub me into his flesh and blood. He grabbed my hand and put it over his eyes. I felt something fall from his blue eyes, which made me shrink. A kiss like a dragonfly, and then he told me that if I left, he would hate me forever.
But I can't hurt him anymore.
As I was leaving with Sophie, he came after me. But it didn't stop me. He smiled and leaned into my ear and said goodbye like a child. My dear little prince.
I'm speechless. He turned away.
From then on my photos were black and white.
Copywriting incompetent star ←-← Use wedges to make up for it