"True. But sometimes I wish I had photographs so I could remind myself that those times we’d spent together weren’t just in my imagination." -lovebot.tumblr.com

Exactly. I'm afraid in a few years or months or weeks, I'll only have those photographs to remember that day. That's part of the reason I think about it so much. That afternoon, those few hours, were like we were on a completely different level. We were completely alone in a place where no one would look to find us. I just want to get that back. Not because I'm unhappy now or because you are. But because I loved that feeling of just being with you, all alone. Me with my camera, you with your smile. Both of us with our good looks and jokes. The distance was shut down and sealed off. I don't want to think about this in a few years or months or weeks and just be imagining it. That's not fair because that afternoon was too good to only be remembered by photographs. Please don't make me recreate those memories. Please stay with me to create new ones, better ones. Ones that don't have such a tragic ending only a little while later. I love those photographs. I feel like everyone looks at them but they can't see what I felt - what you felt- what we felt. What we conquered. We were two against the world that day and we dominated. Top of the world, baby. Top of the world. Thank you. Just don't make me imagine it. Let me feel it more often, alright? It was wonderful and it makes me feel warm inside whenever winter wraps around my bones too tightly and I feel suffocated and chilled. You break all of the ice away. Thank you. Just don't make me take out the chisel myself next year or next month or next week. I need more - Let me know it's not all in my imagination.