I saved every note you ever wrote to me, so at the wrong time of year when I feel alone, I can know that I was loved.

Pennslyvania. I'm (im)pressed with days, hours, minutes, seconds.
"How time can move both fast and slow amazes me."
The skies are so open here.
It's whole layer of presssure being lifted from my shoulders.

Sometimes I'll take a picture of just you. I can look back and feel what it was like to have you, for you to have me.
Sometimes I'll take a picture of something else...with you off to the side. This reminds me that even when I'm focusing on something else, I will always have you. No matter what. "You can bet it all on that one." you said.