Five minute photo

There is peace at this unholy hour
There is calm in my tremors

This morning I was checking out pictures I took during our trip. It brought back many memories. But one thing that I can't get over is the way that everything else blurs out when you’re in the picture.

I was trying to pick my favorite one, but it was pointless because you're you in every angle. It’s silly, I know. I come from thinking about work or watching a TV show or talking to some people or reading a book, then I look at you and then I smile. It's silly 'cause you're smiling back in that frozen frame. But even if it’s just a picture, it is more than enough to make me feel good and make my day a whole lot brighter.

I’m afraid I’ve got it bad.

Just a while ago, I called you up. You were busy but you gave me five minutes to find out what happened to you today. That must have been just fleeting for you, a miniscule event that’s as plain as any part of the day, but it means so much more to me.

You talk to me.

Though you may talk to everyone else in the world, I’m happy with that five minutes. That five minutes lasts for eternity. Thank you. Thank you for being you, for being so kind, for having such a good heart. Thank you for giving time for me. Thank you for the five minutes.

You make my days brighter. Thank you.

You made me smile again. Thank you.

Thank you for being you, for being so beautiful, inside and out. Thank you for being you.