I look at Josh's face and i see that he was hiding behind emotions that were darker than he thought he could've endured or comprehend. His eyes more sunken and hair pulled behind messily now, even more than before, as though he really had his hands tied with potential tediousness up his sleeves.
Maybe, my absence triggered his loneliness and made him submerge into the depths of having to settle to the memories of such little time we had together.
Which was true, perhaps the both of us felt the intensity of trying to fit in the density that contained our playful interactions, emotional afflictions and affections from one another into a short reality we lived with each other; but now, like those memories replaying in our heads. It was about the impact in the memories that we were able to create within us, even though we were limited to this thing of a place and subject called, time.