Falling For All The Wrong People | Namo | Samo | Dahmo

(• A Wall Of Poleroids •)

I glance over at the three polaroids that lay on the ground in front of me. I burned, ripped, and threw away all the others, but these three, I couldn't find the courage to let go of.

I pick up the one with the most pink marker scratched over it.

I M N A Y E O N

I flinch at the memory and try to force back the single tear, but it's already running down my cheek.

I wipe it away, throwing the picture at a wall, and reaching for the next with only the eyes scratched out.

M I N A T O Z A K I S A N A

A bitter smile washes over my face as I remember the time I spent with her. I enjoy looking back now at the good we had, before everything went wrong.

I carefully set it down and reach for the final and most recent picture with the eyes still visible and pure.

I laughed. Here I am, drawing a heart with the same marker I used to erase the others from the already terrible pictures.

K I M D A H Y U N

I look down at the mix of emotions that all three caused me. They changed me and shaped me as a person.

I think back to the beginning and end of all those times. All the stories I've shared with them. All the things they've done to me . . .