take a picture.

 

we dun think much of photos - until they r all dat’s left.

the blurry ones, the ones we almost deleted, the ones we din knw wld hold the weight of a thousand memories. a smile caught mid-laugh. a quick glance we thought was nothg. a moment we din knw was the last.

and then suddenly, those same photos turn into anchors. lifelines. they carry wat time has stolen. they whisper back the laughter, the warmth, the presence dat our memory alone cant always hold onto.

wat’s frozen in that frame isnt jst an image anymore - it is a heartbeat. a reminder. it represents a steadfast love dat continues to thrive within us.

i mean, u will never knw, unless u wrestle wit it.