Photos

08.02.18

I’ve always wished I was the kind of person who collected things – the kind of person who stowed away little mementos or tokens or trophies – concert tickets, or friendship bracelets or the bill for a dinner from a very first date. I remember Chris had a box of things that marked our relationship together, and he gave some of these collected things to me to remember him by before we parted ways for good, and I still have them, and I’m grateful for them.

But I guess I’ve never really felt too tied to things and objects. I’m more drawn to photos as keepers of memories. I like seeing the faces of the people I’ve shared experiences with – all of the expressions caught in a moment frozen in time. I like seeing the details of the spaces we once moved through, and all of the little visual pieces coming together to tell some fragment of a story. I can go through photos for hours and hours and relive memories so vividly and so potently that I’ll wonder how any time has passed at all, and my heart will always break a little.

But I guess that’s to be expected. After all, everything is always just a little bit sweeter in retrospect.