"looking so long at the pictures of you, I find myself astonished. You have grown up, but you're still the same girl that you once were. Your nose still the same shape, your eyes still the most beautiful..." (letter in caption) *paintings and poetry* My love, Our transition from meaningful to meaningless didn't happen all of a sudden, there were tears. I was the lover brimming with tears on a cold october night, laying lonely on the roof, desperate to find all the answers about us. It has been years since that night but I still lack answers. The flip of the fearless to the fearful didn't happen on spur of the moment, it took quite some stumbling. I kept stumbling for weeks, months and years just to realise I was so
