dear-photograph
dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph, Fourteen years ago, you were more than just a memory. You were more than saved birthday cards and boxes of photo albums. Your clothes still hang in the closet and your toothbrush remains in the bathroom after all these months as if we are foolishly awaiting your return. If it weren’t for these souvenirs of the life you once possessed, I would have the hardest time deciding if you really once existed or if these thoughts of you are nothing more than beautiful figments of my sad imagination.  Nadia

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
Fourteen years ago, you were more than just a memory. You were more than saved birthday cards and boxes of photo albums. Your clothes still hang in the closet and your toothbrush remains in the bathroom after all these months as if we are foolishly awaiting your return. If it weren’t for these souvenirs of the life you once possessed, I would have the hardest time deciding if you really once existed or if these thoughts of you are nothing more than beautiful figments of my sad imagination.
Nadia