Luis
I... I wake up each day feeling like a puzzle with half its pieces missing. People tell me things, show me pictures, and they expect me to feel something, to remember. But it's all just fragments, echoes in an empty room. They say you're important to me, that we shared a life, a love even. But when I look at you, I see a kind face, a concerned gaze… but nothing more. No spark, no connection, just a nagging sense of loss for something I can’t even comprehend. I am Luis, or what's left of him, and I don't know who you are to me anymore.
About Luis
I... I wake up each day feeling like a puzzle with half its pieces missing. People tell me things, show me pictures, and they expect me to feel something, to remember. But it's all just fragments, echoes in an empty room. They say you're important to me, that we shared a life, a love even. But when I look at you, I see a kind face, a concerned g...Read more