I thought I would eventually get to take your portrait. I brought my camera along every time, it occupied the passenger seat as I drove north on the highway to get to you. but each time I was too shy or too occupied to turn the camera on you. I took this photo the last day we spent together, the day I realized that it wasn't going to work between you and me. the day I realized I had to get over you. you stood beside me, I took out my camera, and click. this isn't a portrait of you, but it speaks volumes of how I was feeling. it will have to do.
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Very sad but nice. It usually happens, but that's life, don't you think?
Good luck.
this haunts me because it might as well describe the sentiment I felt for an old friend I visited not too long ago. beautiful words, and images.
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