What’s remembered
-“You look like you’re going to cry,” she says. “Men don’t cry,” he says. “It’s the impression I get,” she says. “Impressions are false,” he says, “We do not see the world as it truly is, but as we ourselves are.” She doesn’t say anything. They part. The phone wakes him. It’s been a long week and even though it’s early, he could not resist the call to slumber. “I’m miles away,” her voice over the phone. “I didn’t expect you to stay near,” he admits into the speaker. “It’s lonely here,” her voice crackles, bad connection. “It’s like that […]