I hate this street. I hate everything on this street. Why? Just because. I hate all of the road signs, every restaurant that used to be here, every child playing games in happiness with their siblings or friends. I hated the memories that were created on Christopher Street.
Because of her. I miss her smile, I miss the way she could light everything even when the sunlight shined its brightest. The way she tries, the way she does. The way she’d open my eyes to new possibilities that now seemed vaguely impossible without her.
I hate this street, because I used to love it as much.