I almost forget how you looked like when we first met.

It’s been many years or so.

You never gave me a chance to take a photo for you.

Though I really want.

Even a photo from your back when you were waiting for me alone on the street in the evening.

Even a photo when you were eating a melted ice-cream, and the ice-cream was dripping.

I can’t help remembering your panicky face when you made me angry.

And fantasying the happy face when you received my roses from thousands of miles away.

You told me that you are not looking good in photos.

But hey, you look perfect to me.

I wish I could record every moment when we were together.

I wish I could record all of the changes in the years from you and me.

I am afraid if one day I will lose my memories.

And I wish if there is a photo to remind me.

From all of the happiness;

From all of the sadness;

From all of the memories;

From all of the details belonging to you and me.