A million words
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. If my math is correct, then a thousand pictures are worth a million words. This woman I had a brief relationship (or whatever you want to call it) with, showed me hundreds, if not a thousand, pictures of her family going back decades. It's fascinating. I can't look at them anymore, but for a while, I pored over them. The last time I looked at them in any depth was December, and that's when I had a breakdown. Pictures tell stories. Pictures record events. Pictures always say something, even if the characters are trying not to. Something is always conveyed. To the people in the photograph, it may not even be obvious, but it's always there. Some of those photos are seared in my brain. I don't have to look at them anymore because they'll never leave me. Was she trying to make me jealous? I don't think so. Still, I was jealous looking at those photos. She, her husband, and two children look natural ...