A Picture Is Bitter Sweet

Found some old pictures today from the beginning. I know I shouldn’t look because they are bitter-sweet. A time before when nothing mattered except for the two of us. The agony of not knowing if we will ever be again. To be so high and to fall so far. I saw magnificent light of love and painstakingly a darkness of sorrow. The pictures have me feelings juxtaposed. I have exhausted my thoughts with people who now just don’t care. Same old story it keeps going like hair. But I have faith in what we had. You will come to realize we are meant to be. I know for a fact that day you will see…