Apart.

I’ll see you there, or I will see you on another time.

I’m sitting here in an essentially empty apartment. Its only a skeleton of what it used to be. It just makes me think about how people bring life to things. An apartment would just be an empty box if people didn’t come in with their secrets, messes and stories. People bring other people to life too.  You’ve helped me realize it.

Sad memories stick with you. That’s why people don’t need pictures, because we remember whether we like it or not. Sad memories stick out like a sore thumb amongst a blur of happy ones. Pictures capture a moment in time we are afraid to forget. So really, there is no need to take a picture of a sad time because, we couldn’t forget it if we tried.

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