One perfect picture

I just saw the picture I talked about yesterday, the one in the newsletter.

My mind added details that weren't there...she's standing lifting up the fire alarm with a single, slender finger (her hands are so pretty) extended, palm up, looking away and almost biting her lip (rather than mouth agape) appearing as if to feign guilty innocence..., her other hand by her side, and her hair loose, falling over her shoulders and down her back. Doesn't sound anything like the picture I described before, did it? But everything I said about her and all the aspects I described int he picture are true. Perhaps that's the picture of my mind that I've constructed from the time I've spent with her, taking little bits and pieces from every moment and trying to save them into one, perfect picture.

It's hard, but I realize that last night I forgot the most important thing - what I had written the day before. What counts - no matter what the outcome - is that I'm lucky to have met and spend time with someone like her. That I should enjoy every moment I have with her, no matter what type of moment that is. Thinking about that somehow makes things a little easier. I'll still care for her, but it'll be contained, and I'll enjoy every moment I get to spend with her.

That being said, that doesn't mean that life still isn't really hard right now.