surprise me.

Browsing through the web and looking at some self portraits that a girl made; her photos reminded me of you, the nose being the mnemonic and as I look back, going through the photos of you that I took in my mind, there might be some truth to what I just suspect - that somehow the shape of your nose has changed. You see, it has been years since, and I am not really sure, perhaps this one of those things that just grows on you, and only by looking at photographs can we see that some parts of ourselves have changed, that we have changed, in some subtle way that sometimes we doubt if that change is ever there or drastically if scars are involved.

(Or perhaps the way our eyes look, that perhaps they have changed.)

I love photos, especially when I can hold them, like the way I can hold you if I wanted to; if you wanted me to. And sometimes it's black and white, and all the emotions are there, even if I can't see your nose sometimes in the pictures.