I love to take pictures.
I really love it, you know.
Just the feeling of having a memorie of something special,
something you might want to keep for a long long time.
It's just a little piece of paper,
but when I look at my photo's I once made..
I can feel the beautyness of that moment,
of that place, at that time.
When I first saw you I knew you would be hard to forget.
That moment I realised I'd never seen someone
who looked like an angel, so pure, so unreal.
But I didn't take a picture.
Maybe three, not more.
Three is just nóthing if you compare it with the one I take per month,
per week, per day, and especially per 'angel'.
When I look back now, I really have no idea
why I didn't force myself to collect some memories.
I might have think this time it would be more,
be longer, and that I didn't had to worrie.
That I had to enjoy the moment,
and that I could collect memories in the future.
As many as I would.
Now you are fading away.
I don't even know if you already left me without a goodbye.
I take this as a lesson of god.
If you are lucky, sometimes an angel will come
and share his beautyness from above with you.
And angels don't have to be photographed to be remembered.
