“It was the end. Then end of a career I ever wanted. I lost my best friend in the process. Fell in love with the wrong person, when the right one was in my face the whole time.Became a victim of my own stories and photos. Each letter I trace over this paper, is being smugged by my tears. His brown eyes, the soft crinkly smile, a polorid photo, a mirror to happier times. Erasyl our story ended before it even began. If time could take me back, I’d never wouldve shown up to that cafe.