How do you make decisions of forever in slip-moments? When words are so untrustable. If he’d left notes, too, on slips of paper in pillow cases, in make-up cases, on your shelf behind the clock, you’d also question his authenticity like your friend’s Uggs she bought from an online shop for less than half the price.
How do you choose the right thing when everyone weighs and already your skin buckles with the weight of rigorous schedule?
How long will you question and quest?