photograph [h.s]

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i think it's funny how sometimes life can take an unexpected turn and change everything.

everything you knew, believed, and did can change in a blink of an eye, just because that's how life is.

that's what he did to me.
he was everywhere.

first in the picture, a movement of my finger that changed my life forever.

he was in the other pictures. staring back at me but when i looked again, he was gone, like the ghost of love i once had in my life.

he was the man playing his guitar in the subway, the random celebrity in the magazine, but if i ever looked twice he disappeared, as if his beauty was too unbearable to watch for a second time.

it drove me crazy, a stranger possessing my every thought. and there was nothing i could do about it.

i wished i knew him, so i could stare deeply into his eyes, whose color i never really got to define.
i wished i could play with his endless mess of curls, to hear his voice, feel his fingertips.

but as far as i knew, he would always remain as the boy in my photograph.