Rook

I only ever loved one woman. I still love her, even though she left to get us breakfast one morning ten years ago and disappeared. I searched for her for months, but she was just gone. Most days it's all a distant memory of what could've been, but I do think of her whenever I wake up next to a strange woman and wish it was her.



Then I see her on the sunny Mexico City street one random afternoon, and it's like no time has passed at all. I still want to grab her and take her to my room, not le...