There's this fantastic little feature in iPhoto that lets you hide photos from yourself. I would assume we're all using this function for the same purpose: to get rid of photographs of the people we used to love... without actually getting rid of them.
Last summer I had a torrid little love affair that kind of brought me back to life. Unfortunately, life turned very complicated, and it dissipated.
But out of all the photographs that I hide from myself, I don't hide those. They don't bring me pain or sadness or regret. She was great. We were great. And I know she's happy now. Deservedly so. In some ways we got close enough to matter, and hopefully got out just in time.
These are the days I turn into a 60 year old man and look at the slideshows of the past. The music I was listening to back then; set to the images of what happiness was like back then.
Last night, a woman told me I should have a blog or a book or something about my romantic life; she seemed to think I had so many stories.
But that's just how it looks to someone without the details. It sounds like I've been to so many places, met so many people, but to me... I feel like I've only begun to see the world.
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