semper dolens

it's this melancholy that slips over me every time I leave the city. knowing that it isn't mine any more, and worse yet, that maybe it was never was. like spending time with an old lover at a dinner party and noticing how beautiful she truly is in certain flickers of the candlelight. and all the memories of the fleetingest moments flooding back, inundating you with a sense of love and loss. and at that moment, you would give anything, anything to be back in her arms again.

photograph courtesy of peebs