They tell us that it is something unfathomable to comprehend, yet we feel it.
They say we’re too young to understand the heaviness of the word, but we weigh it.
We measure it.
In the way we speak, the way we look at each other,
In the way that we share with each other the secrets of our minds, through our essences.
As the paper loves the words, as the words love the sentences, as the sentences love to run on and on and on …
As the pictures love to come alive, even though they are trapped within the confinement of a frame,
As the mind loves to imagine things indescribable with words.
As a whole, as a being, as an essence, as a person I wish to capture in a photo so I can carry you with me wherever I go. So I can see you come alive right before my eyes.
I love you.