You're my best friend, but then you died.

 
My room. Made a few changes and now it's rather lovely.
On the walls, there's pictures and postcards of things I love. My favourite is a postcard the father wrote to the mother about 25 years ago. It reads:
 
Rosy,
I have a little bit of time before going to Sonora to send you this little greeting.
I don't know why, but the further away I travel, the more I think about my friends.
I hope that among them all, you're thinking of me.

Trini

Sometimes I wish their love was still intact. Too bad things go wrong and humans aren't really like swans after all.