"Though he remembered nothing of her, he never questioned her presence. He couldn't see her face but made out the contours of her straight back as he watched her sides take in the air and breathe out something he thought was worth the world. There, in a room deranged with abandoned clothes and suffocated with the musty smell of youth, in between what had already been lost & what was still possible, he was more in love with her than he ever would be; He didn't wonder what her name was or where she came from or where her clothes had gone, he'd already been broken and she'd conquered him."
- Annie Makalintal
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