I felt my heart break today. Crushed under the weight of a crippling disappointment - in myself. No. But not heartbreak, really. More like the feeling of a heart being suffocated. Slowing down. Fading. I don't know how I became this. I don't believe in me anymore. (I miss your arms today.)
There's something funny about that one night. Not one of those pictures turned out.
Which adds a little magic, no? All those moments, so charged with energy and secrecy, were never recorded. Just a handful of terrible, terrible photographs to remember or forget it by. Only up to me - and you, perhaps.
Really, I don't know how I even hoped to capture it ; how I expected to hold electricity in my hand like it could last there forever.
It was all a little like that. A lightning bolt. Deadly, fast, and brilliant. A flash that disappeared before I could trace the shape, or get it down on paper. Glorious and blinding for a blink, then gone. Yes. We were a little like that.