Ten years ago in the summer, I broke the gift he bought for me with the money he earned from working during the summer. What I also broke was his pure and passionate heart for me.
Ten years later, in the summer, we met again. He handed me a piece of chocolate. It was tattered and sticky, but it was like a soldering iron, scalding my heart.
The officer attacks & the president receives
Concept: If memories had a sound, it would be deafening