A silhouette can serve as a tempting retreat. It confuses an already murky memory with potential reality. “We did this, that was us… at least I think it was, wasn’t it? Maybe it will be, one day…”
I notice the perfect scene and begin my silent approach as if I’m a tiger stalking an unsuspecting meal. Snap. Snap. Snap. Their existence is mine, this perfect moment belongs to me now… it belongs to us. “That’s me on the right, and her on the left, although her hair would have been longer, we would have been closer, cuddling… like newlyweds.”
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The separation begins, even fantasy can’t maintain perfection for too long as our minds are trained to find fault, look for it… it must be there somewhere. Yes. There it is, aggrandize that imperfection now… talk yourself out of the fantasy now as it just couldn’t exist. Or can it?
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Snap. Snap. Snap. Perfect, just perfect. They’re centered within the reflection just right, the sunspot was easily hidden, the lighting is fair… a few edits and WOW. Just perfect. “That was us at one moment, that could have been us. Maybe it is… maybe it’s all of us. Just perfect.“
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