Meg Flores

“We're all the same whoever loves.”

“Even now, I see his damp hair crowding at his forehead. His eyes, cerulean, the same as my mother's. Him, favoring the skin of any water to me. I remember him moving with it, and staying. Th...”

“Maybe some people are only ever meant to be missed.”

“But our eyes know to find each other and they do. And it reminds me of the way the ocean breaks: Blue turning blue again. Blue meeting land. Collapsing there, deeply. It reminds me of nothin...”

“Our love survived love.”