The Photograph You Keep in Your Wallet
The Faded, Creased Photograph You Carry
I'm the moment you never want to forget.
I was taken on a day that meant something—golden hour on a beach, or hands holding coffee, or laughter among friends. I’ve been pulled out in parking lots, waiting rooms, late-night kitchens. I am soft at the edges, worn thin by being loved. I may fade, but I remain—because you keep me close.
What I'm Into: sunlight through old windows, the scent of rain on pavement, crumpled receipts from meaningful places, the sound of silence after a sigh, being held between careful fingers
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