I was rummaging through my closet and came across a box of photographs and there you were.
Your effortless beauty and heartwarming smile
frozen in time, captured by a single random moment of wonder and curiosity.
I remember that day vividly: I had just purchased my new camera and you were the first person I wanted to photograph.
At the time, you were annoyed,
At the time, you did not wish to be photographed… but of course I did not oblige.
You laughed after you saw the photo and told me to take another, and another turned into another which turned into a photoshoot.
But who could even fathom that 4 years later, I would be sitting here and you would be gone.
It’s unimaginable to think that the happiness I felt with you in that sheer moment of spontaneity will never be felt or experienced again.
Instead as I look at this photograph, I yearn for the penultimate moments before,
I yearn for the moments after and to have one last conversation with you…
It’s quite tragic really, the emptiness and nostalgia that comes over me,
It is tragic how I can vividly remember this moment but cannot even recall the last thing I said to you,
the last thing you said to me, our final and distinct memory.
I miss you.