Ill Advised

I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to do a deep dive through your Facebook photo history. In truth, I had just sought out to find the one I mentioned from your birthday party this year… your eyes in that photo, my love… oh, gosh, your eyes… But then I was faced by a wall of photos of you…

It was too tempting. You are far, far too tempting…

But I don't know how I forgot to mention perhaps the most important one… your old profile photo, with the white and black striped shirt…

That was the only photo of you I had access to until you friended me (or, so I thought… I had no idea about the 4-5 of them she must have taken in my own photo library). That photo…

Well, during those early days of Covid, I think I fell in love with that photo, on my way to falling in love with you. You started showing up as a suggested friend… every time I opened the website, there you were, looking back at me… tiny but just so unbelievably pretty… It's still one of the visions of you that I see whenever I close my eyes, even though it had been a while since I last saw it…

Anyhow.

I love you. I miss you to pieces.

Yours,
♒️