how to say

Photos photos photos

Me you and me and you and our us we

Happier times. Unknowing smiles. Those heady conversations that encompass the unforeseeable. Mainly because we were dreamy or maybe because it was easy.

Harder times. Emphatic soliloquies. Strained discourse. Fleeting moments. Our hand-holding replacing the eye-opening; I plaster my face with tears like garish makeup in vain. You said. I blink doubts away.

And then the photos photos photos