Who: Sandra
What: Goodbye August Party

"Hey, what's wrong?" Those were the words he utter to me as we briefly saw each other at friend's party. He must have read the sadness and dismay on my face. "I don't think I could do this anymore." I said and with just that I left things hanging with no site of going back.

Disclaimer: These are not my personal story. This is just how I interpret the photos.

Photo by sandra

Who: Elizabeth Dare
What: Go

Every photo has its story and this is mine.

"I love you". Those were the words he whispered to me. I couldn't help but feel the butterflies in my stomach. Perhaps because I knew I love him too. I feel like the time stopped and I found myself right here with him at this quiet little corner of his apartment. Then I kissed him.

Disclaimer: These are not my personal story. This is just how I interpret the photos.

photo by elizabeth dare

Disclaimer: These are not my personal story. This is just how I interpret the photos.

photo by Théo Gosselin

Who: Arturo Oliva Pedroza
What: Axel and Ynes in Paris

Every photo has its story and this is mine.

They decided to take a long walk out in the streets of Paris that night. It was magical much like how every night in the city was like. They wanted to get lost, to feel that the city was theirs to keep, to imagine life beyond what it is and what it could be. Then suddenly out of no where he decides to grab a hold of her, to dance to the eerie silence of the streets with only the sound of motorcycle that resonates the heartbeat of the city. No words have to be spoken, its already been said.

Disclaimer: These are not my personal story. This is just how I interpret the photos.

photo by: arturo olive pedroza

Who: Francesc Planes
What: Thinking

Every photo has its story and this is mine.

I see a girl waiting inside the airport, smoking like she could care less whether someone told her off or not. She is waiting for her lover, a man that she met at some random store just right across her street where she live. He went off to some business he has to attend to but promised her the moon and the stars as soon as he comes back. After hours, not even a glimpse of his shadow is in sight.

Disclaimer: These are not my personal story. This is just how I interpret the photos.

photo by francesc planes