The day stretches out, measured not by hours, but by the number of times my eyes wander back to your picture. It sits there on my screen, a quiet, luminous anchor in a world that feels completely empty without you by my side. Every time I look at it, the noise of the day fades into absolute silence.
I trace the curve of your smile with my eyes, memorizing the exact warmth in your expression, desperate to feel it in real life. It is a strange kind of magic—how a single photograph can make me feel so close to you, yet emphasize the heavy, aching distance physically between us.
The world keeps moving, but I am entirely stuck in this frozen frame of your happiness. Staring at you isn’t just a distraction; it is a necessity. It is the only way I know how to hold your hand, hear your laughter, feel your warmth, and keep myself anchored until the moment this picture turns back into you.
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