For tonight, I will only see us. For tonight, I will be happy.
Her window was a wall of glass, thus she stood over fire watching him. He was planting white Tulips in her garden.
“Do you remember me?”
“I never forget you to remember, my love!”


Imen’s Featured Publications and Additional Publications on PenThere:

In Her Memory (Speck of Dust)

A Paper Love

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