

This picture makes me think about us being long distance lovers. Maybe I've written you a love letter and inside I've popped a printed out photograph of myself. The photo doesn't survive the journey very well but you're going to savour it anyway knowing I collected the picture so delicately from my printer, folding it gracefully before slipping into the envelope. My hands have caressed it, perhaps I even lightly kissed it. You smell the paper. Nothing. You close your eyes and deeply inhale trying to remember my sweet scent when it fused with yours on those Saturday nights we spent together. *swipe for unedited, original version*