Personal · 05. March 2017
Weirdly enough, I have never taken photos of you. I have photos taken while waiting for you, wandering around your beautiful city, with those mountains that you loved so much in the background. I have photos taken while standing next to you on a rainy, when you told me how different poses of equestrian statues hold different meanings. The meanings, I forgot. I remember the time you told me how weird it was that I never photographed you, and that I should. I remember, every time we met again...