Polaroid Seance is both a question and an answer. The question that I was striving to answer was this: does love have to be requited in order for it to have been real? I think that unrequited love is something that everyone experiences at least once and when we are finally released from its grips we look back and ask ourselves if what we felt existed or was simply infatuation. That's the reason why this story is so vague. The only pronouns I used were "I" and "you" and there is no gender specifically specified. I wanted anyone to be able to fit themselves into it, whether they play the role of "I" or "you". The question is something that I never answered in the story, and I leave it up to the audience to determine. If you click the title of this post, it'll lead you to the full story and you can decide.
What I did answer though was my own question. For three years I had been stuck in limbo about my feelings for someone who couldn't feel the same and there were many times that I thought I was over it but then I'd see them and my heart would say: oh shit here we go again. The process of letting go was unnecessarily long and painful and I would wonder when I'd finally be over it. It happened when I wasn't even looking and one day I simply didn't feel the same. Had the time come for me to really be done? I wrote Polaroid Seance and the answer was yes. Nothing lasts forever, especially the way we feel now. Emotions are fleeting, just like the moment in a Polaroid snapshot.