Photos

Printed out two photos today.

It’s my way of keeping memories of you.

One is the very first photo I’ve ever seen of you. The other is of that hot night.

A rare photo of you and I. 

Proof that we were in one place at the same time. It’s a way to convince my mind that my skin touched yours. I had felt your warmth, breathed in your scent.

You were in my life.

And I was in yours.