Don’t you wish, that while you looked at a picture, you could just step right back into it and relive it?
Just for five minutes, maybe even less.
I promise, I won’t change too much, just let me appreciate that moment even more.
I’m always going to remember the first time I went to Chicago—it was for my uncle’s wedding.
During the reception, I looked around at everything, a spot in the corner and I said to myself, “I’m gonna miss this moment. I’m gonna wish this never ended."
And I did. I do.
I had been reunited with another side of the family, I had traveled elsewhere in the country besides California.
That night, an infamous picture was taken. A picture I wish I could step back into and keep my pose forever—my mother and I hugging.
If I could go back to that right now, I would hold on a little tighter. I would make sure to remember the texture of our cheeks together. I would smile a little harder, bigger, and brighter. I would rub my hand on her back to reassure that things would get better and we will continue to have better days. I would make sure to slip in, “I love you." I would quickly run my fingers through her short, gray hair. I would rest my head on her shoulder, inhaling her scent I had smelt a million times—but this time, probably the last time. I would take a look at her and be amazed by how beautiful and timeless she continued to be after all of the crap life threw at her. And I would thank her for never giving up, on me, on our family, and on herself.
My five minutes couldn’t possibly be up.
