𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚜

Through the lens of a fading photograph,

I see my best memory.

The memory of me beside you.

The memory I told you I would never forget.

The memory I told myself I would never forget.

Yet here we are.

Here I am.