Unrelated and yet related to the photo.
Not that I can stop thinking. Not that I haven’t been wondering. Not that I would forget.
And then this photo came by.
My heart beat stopped for a micro mini second. It couldn’t have been any longer than that, possibly way lesser, yes.
Even today I open the laptop and see ‘the’ photo sitting on the background. I may not have expressed but only I know what it means to me.
A photo so similar and yet not the same. Made me wonder, did the city look the same at every turn?
Scrambling through emails I tried searching for the location where the original photo belonged. My memory fails me and so does my Inbox now. It got to be somewhere though.
I cannot hear a word against nor for. Though yes, I want to know without the sources being involved.
Too many questions unanswered. I cannot shut off even if I want to.
That innocence, that purity, that belief is something I can never forget and something no one can compete with. I cannot be less sure about that.
I live with the hope to be forgiven and have a word before heading out to face the world. Nothing else would calm the storm inside me.