I hate to sound stereotypical, but it all started because of a guy. It eventually grew to all people in general, but in the beginning it was a guy. We met in high school -- I know, I know. Typical. But what are you going to do? And it was very much one of those stories where the girl doesn't quite fit in, but then one guy says he sees something special and they go out only for it all to end incredibly messy.
I wasn't taking many photos at the time yet, but every once in a while I'll come across one of the two of us that starts up my mind and emotions in misleading ways. Because the few photos I find don't tell the whole story. Only the good times, when we happened to feel the need for an impromptu photo-op with one arm visibly extended towards the camera (usually a cell-phone) and our faces smooshed together into a small screen.
I think that's part of the reason why I make it a point to take so many now. I want to remember myself as being happy, but I want the whole story from now on, too. Finding one photo of us rosy-cheeked and in love doesn't help me when it's time to remember why there was once dozens of tear-soaked notebook pages buried in my closet.
I'm going to tell my story, and it's going to be happy. Even if I have to "edit" out the people who make me feel otherwise. And so someday, when I look back, I'll only see and remember the ones that did.
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