Index Of Hum Tum Link

It sits at the very back, like a forgotten appendix. No page number. Because we never turned to that page. But the index lists it anyway, in faint, ghostly type: Love. See: Hum Tum.

You looking away from the lens. Me looking at you looking away. It’s the most honest thing we ever made. The index classifies it under: Truth. Index Of Hum Tum

Indexed under Train stations, coffee cups gone cold, and the hinge of a door that will never open the same way again. Also under See you later —because you refused to say goodbye. It sits at the very back, like a forgotten appendix

“I can’t sleep.” “Neither can I.” That’s the whole entry. It appears twice in the index—once under Loneliness , once under Home . But the index lists it anyway, in faint, ghostly type: Love

Not the angry kind. The one that falls between two people who have run out of small talk and are terrified of the large talk. This index entry reads: See also: courage.