Infections of Love #5
Read previous episodes of Infections of Love by Mo Priye THE SQUARE ROOT OF LOVE My Dear Julia. I now understand the forlorn looks characters try to portray in adverts and films and in a well told story. I’m that character, listening to the whistling wind, looking through the window of a moving bus, staring out into the woods, seeing not the sunshine nor the green trees nor the buildings in between, trying to figure out which of the options would be less shattering. I know why your eyes are shaped like a broken heart. Their grey reflections are, without doubt, a result of a sad heart and I’m not proud to be one that caused that. I’m not proud to be the one who made you lose that infectious smile which spreads across your face like red tint on ripening tomatoes. Now I’m wondering where you kept that smile.…