Photograph

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Loving can hurt..loving can hurt sometimes. But it's the only thing that I know.. -Ed Sheeran

I stared at the piece of paper containing one of the most precious moments that I cherish deeply. The smooth surface of the picture was shining underneath the dimly lit room. I heard the soft thud of the drum beats from my earphones. It matched the way my heart pounded against my chest.

Suddenly it was hard to breathe. I felt myself suffocating from weeping silently for hours. I took a deep breath, slow and sturdy. My hands were beginning to let go of the picture but I still held on to it.

I patted my chest gently and closed my eyes. I could feel the cool wet texture of my tears as it was threatening to fall from the corner of my eye. As it fell, a vivid image of two people smiling of glee was formed from darkness. It was breathtakingly sweet and painful.

It was the couple from the photograph.