There's so much joy emanating from this photo. The green trees in the background. The bright sunlit sky. The way their eyes hold each other's. The laughter showing in the very way they hold their bodies. The trust visible in her arm around her waist, her hand on his knee. Everything in this photo is how it should be.
Fingertips linger lightly on this glossy photograph. Trembling fingers that only a short while ago had caressed his face. Even if it weren't for the tears welling up in her vision, she wouldn't be able to recognize these two people anymore. They were from a different time. A brighter time. A time when she knew. A time when there was no question about letting go. She didn't have to hold on. Because he had been there. Always. Been there. ...Always.
These people in this photograph... They were strong. They were confident. They had all the answers. No questions hung over them like dark clouds threatening to storm. No fears pestered them when moments were quiet. Neither felt like the slightest gust of wind could shred them apart like wet tissue paper.
Who were these people, she wondered. And why had "always" really only meant "for now"?
Just a short, random thing written when I really should have been getting ready for bed. Thanks for reading!
