We keep our love in a photograph. The thing I love about photographs is that they capture a still moment and it stays like that for the rest of your life, even if the person in that picture doesn't. They always told me that a picture is worth a thousand words, I didn't believe them until you were actually gone. Pictures are like memories that you can show to people. Some pictures though, you keep hidden. Those pictures are the ones that you keep in the bottom of your drawer under your clothes, or in the secret compartment in your jewelry box, or in my case, my pocket. You are the thing that I want to keep forever and this photograph of us allows me to do so.
Do you remember that night? It was about eleven o'clock on a Thursday, you woke me …show more content…
We dried off and put our dry clothes on. We got back in your car and drove off again. We stopped at Walmart and stole a shopping cart. You squeezed it into the back of your car, drove off again still listening to music, and us singing as loud as we could. You took us to an abandoned parking garage and drove all the way to the top. We got out of the car and then got the shopping cart out of the back. You told me to get inside of it and you would push me down the ramp. I told you that I didn't want to because I would crash into the wall at the bottom of the ramp and break something, so you told me that you would stand on the back that way if we crash, that we would crash together. I grabbed my camera and put it in my lap, if I died I wanted to die holding the thing I cherished the …show more content…
It was 4:14 in the morning when I got a call from your mom. She told me that you had been hit by a drunk driver, it was a hit and run, your car had flipped three times, the police told her that you had died upon impact, you were pronounced dead at the scene. I carried that photograph to your funeral, I held it in my hand for the next week, I slept with it, I ate with it, I took it everywhere. I like photographs because they remind me of a happier time, when everything was frozen, when life had a meaning, when you were still alive, and when you were still mine. Now I keep you in my pocket for safe keeping, so nothing can ever hurt you
Do you remember that night? It was about eleven o'clock on a Thursday, you woke me …show more content…
We dried off and put our dry clothes on. We got back in your car and drove off again. We stopped at Walmart and stole a shopping cart. You squeezed it into the back of your car, drove off again still listening to music, and us singing as loud as we could. You took us to an abandoned parking garage and drove all the way to the top. We got out of the car and then got the shopping cart out of the back. You told me to get inside of it and you would push me down the ramp. I told you that I didn't want to because I would crash into the wall at the bottom of the ramp and break something, so you told me that you would stand on the back that way if we crash, that we would crash together. I grabbed my camera and put it in my lap, if I died I wanted to die holding the thing I cherished the …show more content…
It was 4:14 in the morning when I got a call from your mom. She told me that you had been hit by a drunk driver, it was a hit and run, your car had flipped three times, the police told her that you had died upon impact, you were pronounced dead at the scene. I carried that photograph to your funeral, I held it in my hand for the next week, I slept with it, I ate with it, I took it everywhere. I like photographs because they remind me of a happier time, when everything was frozen, when life had a meaning, when you were still alive, and when you were still mine. Now I keep you in my pocket for safe keeping, so nothing can ever hurt you