Gratitude is what her name meant. Gratitude is what I felt for her and I wanted her to know that.
I have not much to say.
I did not take the last photograph.
If I did, I would have been a different person now; or maybe I would have taken it if I were a different person.
That nonexistent photograph became one of my “decisive moments”.
The last photograph is absent, the same way she is. Maybe that’s the whole story.