This is only a photograph. But to me it is a...

This is only a photograph. But to me it is a photograph of myself and a boy I loved, taken at a moment when I couldn’t have possibly loved anything more than the feeling of being in his arms or his gentle kiss on my nose. And now we are no longer together, torn apart by the thousands of miles between us, or perhaps for other reasons that are too painful to admit. But this photograph still means as much to me as it did when it was taken. A photograph never changes, even when the people in it do. And this photograph will always remind me that it was, without a doubt, love. Even when the relationship is gone, the love with always be there. And even though it hurts like hell, I am grateful for the pain because it taught me more than anything I’ve ever experienced. Every tear I ever shed for that boy helped my to understand myself in a completely new way in relation to the gravity of the love I felt for him. And no matter how broken I feel… I will always have that love. He can never take that from me. I have loved passionately, fearlessly, and completely. And I have hurt passionately, fearlessly, and completely. With your capacity to feel love grows your capacity to feel pain. And without both, we will never feel alive. Falling in love and falling apart is a beautiful mess. Above all else, it teaches you lessons.

Submitted by carelesslifescenicworld.