Please forgive me, but when I told you a long time ago that I might want to quit my job to be a photographer, I only wanted to be with you. I still do, but back then anything was better than all the time we spent apart, even the potential change in lifestyle after adjusting to a new profession.

But I was a little foolish. How could I have known then that what I was asking for was entry into a world of frozen memories stored for eternity? It would have been a terrible choice. And I think you know it.

Why do we keep all these images and things that remind of us of the past? While you were gone one day I found some older pictures of you. They were trivial, innocuous moments, but they reminded me I had forgotten exactly how you looked five years ago. I don’t know what I expected to see in those old images; you didn’t really look that different. Yet, I cried thinking about how little time there is left, and contemplated throwing out all these things that remind me so well that one day it will end.

Even though they are a joyful story, if I had my way I would forget every memory of us. To some that may seem strange, but at least I could wake up every morning with you next to me and look newly at your face in blissful ignorance of our slow changes.