Young Writers Society

The first thing that stood out to me about this piece was the title. I think that titles with questions in them usually catch my attention, and that beginning also drew me in. I really liked the sense of atmosphere and gentle love this conveyed, especially the lines:
"I could no longer remember how your hair flowed in the windy days, how you walked towards me with a drink in each hand."
This piece is really effective in how it got me to feel so much even while being so simplistic. A very unique and beautifully told piece! Bravo!

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!

First Impression: This was a lovely piece here. Quite a few twists and turns there for something so simple on the surface and when you take the care to read it a couple of times and dive in deep, something filled with a lot of powerful meaning.

Anyway let's get right to it,

Hello, my love.

I've missed you so.

How have you been?

Me? Time has not been good to me.

I could only recall your face in pictures. Never completely, though. Parts of your face were obscured, trapped in a two-dimensional piece of semi-immortal paper. But there were different angles of you, that makes up for the lack of… you, as much as it could, though lacking.

I could no longer remember how your hair flowed in the windy days, how you walked towards me with a drink in each hand. Trying to recollect memories of the way you smiled seemed to move me more than the pictures of a happy you.

Those days made me wonder. Were you happy? When we first met on the bench after a tense encounter with a rabid goose, were you happy? What about our first date when I arrived at the restaurant wearing my crumpled coat and you were wearing this glittering pink dress, were you happy? Or was it yellow? Those were your two favorite colors reminding you of love and happiness. Were you happy when we had our child? Our sweet Rowan? What about the time we had our wedding? You said you were so happy, though even then, even through all those times, I still had a nagging doubt in the back of my mind.

But I believed you were happy every time.

I think I might be joining you soon, my love. I feel these wrinkly old bones creaking with every move I make. I just hope that by the time I join you, we'll be young again, and forever will be.

But you'll have to wait a little bit longer. I still have to make more memories with our family on your behalf. One of us had to do it, and fate deemed it had to be me, much to my chagrin, I suppose.

Anyway, wait for me a bit more, alright? I'll be back soon.

I love you.

Hi ShallowHouse! I hope you're having a great day! looseleaf here with a review. Let me start this by saying I absolutely loved this story! It's well written and I could tell you thought it out.

What I understood is that this story is about an old man is at his wife's grave (Forrest Gump-esque) and is reminiscing on his life and sharing his doubts about their past relationship--please correct me if I'm wrong! This story was deeply touching and actually made me feel some emotions, so good job! It takes a bit to make me emotional when reading.

Now, onto the nitpicky stuff:

But there were different angles of you, that makes up for the lack of… you, as much as it could, though lacking.

What about the time we had our wedding?

though even then, even through all those times, I still had a nagging doubt in the back of my mind.

I just hope that by the time I join you, we'll be young again, and forever will be.

Hello! Quill here to write a short review!
*Takes out inkwell*
first thoughts
So immediately I am intrigued because this feels sort of like a poem but in prose format, and that is really interesting to me. I love the way you explore the question of the true feelings of another person. I have felt that feeling before. But being able to put these kind of emotions can make any writing, worth reading.
And don't get me started on the feeling of loss felt. It really makes you feel

suggestions
I really don't have much here. I would maybe recommend reading through a few times to see if some things need a little clarification? It's hard with this piece because I think if you over edit or change too much you can loose some of the meaning? But to point out a line that I had to read a few times to make sense

''there were different angles of you, that makes up for the lack of… you, as much as it could, though lacking.''