Looking At This Photograph...
I was scanning my room for the cell phone charger which was nowhere to be found. I shuffled things on the table in hopes to find it. It was then when I looked at your picture lying on the left corner of the desk—my favorite enlarged, 13x19 inches nicely framed picture of you. My stare lingered on it for longer than it should have. It was not the first time in ages that I have seen it neither was I terribly missing you, but as always I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I have to admit that I can’t help but look at you for just a little longer; for just one more moment…
I like going over the details every time I look at you: the red turtle-neck sweater, the Armani sunglasses, the snowflakes on your sweater and some stray ones tangled in your hair, the hand raised towards the camera, the cute dimple on the cheek, lips slightly parted and oh that breath-taking smile! I love everything about this picture.
Damn this guy is gorgeous, was the first thing I said when you sent me the photo immediately after taking it. Of course I never gave you the satisfaction of knowing that until now, but my heart can’t help but skip a beat whenever I look at it. How many years has it been since you took this picture? February 2005?
We have grown so much since then, and the fanatical part is that overtime I have only grown fonder and crazier about this picture and the man captured in it.
I glanced at it again. I Smiled. (You know the smile that makes you blush? Yeah, that kind of smile…)
I instinctively touched it with the back of my hand and then kissed it. I muttered a prayer for you underneath my breath one more time.
I had to force myself to look away then…
So where was I? Ahh…. The cell phone charger! :-)






