sjsprWriting

This morning I saw our photo fall in the frame. It lies crooked but we still look the same, photos captures everything in the instant. The feelings, the memories, the phsycial apperance, and time. I personally love polaroids.

I thought everything was fine. We had everything. Normal Chit Chat, being happy, and being there for one another. But something happened. Was it something I said? It all went down hill in seconds. I'm in shock, my heart pounding as if I am about to explode. To think just two months ago I was broken and thought I was finally healed now. Literally the rebuilt wall now is broken, shattered into pieces. I apologize, explain. I hold in the emotions try to keep calm. I try to record myself to message back but I can't get the words out. I'm frozen, once again like last month. To think it wasn't supposed to happen again. I guess I can't ever avoid my faith. My luck, my bad timing. Yet I try to move on, but never can I forget. I try to be happy, to better myself. Maybe one day the light will shine. Maybe I'll meet the right person that will guide me. Everything suddenly is back. We are talking, we are sorry, can't continue like this. The mutual struggle it too strong. We make up, we are back. Everything is alright. Just wish you come back soon, but you'll be back, I know. The question is, will I?

I come back home to see the photo in the frame again. Still the same, in there out of place. I take it out, fix it, and put it back. Looks great as always. Then everything hits me. Did I just lose everything with her in an instant? No idea. Never take things you love most for granted. It wasn't a waste. I think my luck is starting to turn around. Like the photo, it may have fallen but its still the same.