I got home; I was tired. It was your entire fault.
I wanted to capture that moment:
My smile, the brightness in my eyes,
my tired arms, your smell all over my skin.
I wanted to never forget how my legs felt,
how I needed to rest and dream,
how the future and the past tasted sweeter.
I wanted to never let go of you.
But some things in life are certain,
like the reality of letting go;
one must, eventually,
no matter how much one fights.
Instead of crying because I feared losing you.
Instead having a crazy wedding flash-forward.
Instead of writing it all down and emptying my soul;
I took a picture of some carrots.
It was the only sane thing to do.