Glimpse of Us

I never intended to fall in love, but then you appeared—perfect, or so my eyes decided. I placed my love within you without asking, angered each time you turned away. I found you in everyone, searched, left, and returned, perhaps pulled back by you. In the end, you placed my love on a shelf like a souvenir. But souvenir is for remembering; please, remember.

This series is dedicated to a painful love, depicted through images and everyday moments, figures and objects. A love that was never rejected, yet remained unrequited.