The thing about a picture is that it stays the same. Even when the people in it change.

The thing that I am most afraid of is getting caught up in life with someone else.

Taking pictures.

Showing happiness.

Letting go of my fear.

Being destroyed.

and all that’s left are a pile of pictures that remind me of what we had.

I don’t understand how we share a part of our life with someone and then suddenly, they are just gone.

Sometimes, it’s our choice but it doesn’t make the sting of pain hurt any less.

It ended for a reason. I left you because it was time to move on.

I’m happier. Truly happy now.

but today…there was a reminder of our life together. Though brief, it still mattered to me. You had a purpose. You had to hold my hand through one of the most difficult times in my life….

….and I had to gain strength to walk away from you.

And now all that’s left are the memories of what once was our dream.

JMS