Days passed and months passed by.
I received a postcard from someone, I could recognize that rouge red lipstick stain and words that said: “I loved your company”. To know who it was I didn’t have to try.
Her fragrance in that postcard was warm.
I had no trail to follow so I couldn’t act a spy.
Took a deep breath. Some stories are not regular and difficult to label it, all that we have is a question why?