May 2010
1 post
Nocturne
A boy whom I had wanted to marry died.
He died on the twenty-second of May, 2009 — almost a year ago to the day. He was twenty-two years old.
He jumped off a bridge without leaving a note. He played the piano, Chopin in particular. He had an associate’s degree and was planning to pursue an engineering degree. He wrote.
This much I found out from his obituary and an article in his...
