I am yours. {#Wattys2016}

51.

During the ride, the sun was shining through the car window as we drove to our new home. Music was playing from the car radio and we were just singing along. I was looking through my memory box and I was just reminiscing on all the moments each picture held. Many of them were positive.

"Oh Scott, look at you" I pointed at a picture of him. The picture was of him and I when we were 6. We were at the zoo and in front of the monkey inclosure. "You were so cute" I giggled. "What happened?" I joked. He had a fake offended look on his face. "I'm joking"

I continued looking through the box. Pictures of my parents came up, causing a few tears to fall but at least the photos had good memories. They were good people.

As I went through, I came across a photo I didn't know I had. It was a picture of Justin and I in college. I was shocked and surprised. I remembered the exact moment this photo was taken. It was on a date we went on. He took me to the movies and to an ice cream parlour. It was photo from a photobooth. One photo was us kissing. The second was him kissing me on the cheek. The third, is pulling funny faces. The last was him hugging me.

It was one of the most iconic moments of my life. One of my precious moments. In that moment, I had never felt loved like that before. I had never been in love like that. But who would of thought that, that wasn't love. I was so naïve. There was something written on the back and it wasn't  written by me. It said:

Just to say I love you,
never seems enough.
I've said it so many times
I am afraid you won't understand
what I really mean when I say it.
How can so much feeling,
so much adoration possibly fit into
those three little words.
But until I find some other
way of saying what I feel, then
"I love you" will have to do.
So no matter how many times I say it,
never take it lightly, for you are my life,
and only love.
I love you now more,
than I did before.

The lies within that, were so clear to me right now. It made me wonder, did he actually love me? Did he genuinely feel that way about me? I should've thrown the photo out of the window, but memories shape who we are and getting rid of it won't change who I am.

I continued to look through the box as we continued to get to the house.

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a/n: I found the poem on the internet