Our photos,

WHEN I look at photos taken of us during the moments of our happiest, I cannot help my mind wander back to those days. When I see those photos, I cannot help the need to run into your arms and cry for you. When I see those photos, I cannot help myself from getting sad and missing you. When I see those photos, I cannot help my thoughts from wishing to go back in time. When I see those photos, I wish I could rip them up and throw them into the fire place. When I see those photos, I sigh with sadness, knowing that I will never delete them off of my desktop.