G is for Ghosts.
Not some sort of image of those who left us, I don’t believe in life after death.
Ghosts are those people we loved, beyond reason and reasoning, just to find out they never where who we thought they were.
Ghosts are their memories, which accompany us; the memories of what they could have been, of what they pretended to be, but they never were.
Ghosts are the ultimate reminiscence of what we saw in them, even if it wasn’t true.
Intangible as ghosts they changed so rapidly in front of our eyes we were left wondering if what we saw in them was really there, or was it just a trick of the mind?
They are ghosts, because they weren’t real, but still, they come and hunt us at night with the images of what could have been if they were.