A truly beautiful day today. Sun soaring in the sky like a bird set free. Beautiful cool breeze tickling at the edges of an azure blue sky. Bubbling with it the promise of more fun to be had. And in the shortened shadows of this early autumn afternoon lurks a dewy spot of gloom. Just a small one, almost quiet enough not to be noticed.
A former love of mine thinks it is fair to hang on to something that has absolutely no place in his life. Photographs are sacred, and more so - to me. Eighteen months ago things were very different and I snapped so happily - lost in the lush tropics of another country, surrounded by beauty on all sides.
To hold to ransom someone elses memories of happier times is not only unfair - it's a kind of torture, sure and pure.
Unnecessarily inflicting hurt and bitterness in those who don't require it.
It was never a punishment he needed to exact, but he did regardless. Sometimes I wonder if this keeps him warm at night.
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