It's Vanity

There's that one point in time where you just lose something,

and looking back at the past, I wonder: Where did you go?

 

You used to love pictures, enough to buy an expensive camera.

You took vainity pictures of youself and all our friends.

You and I.

You looked so happy, so beautiful with that warm and happy smile.

It was simply magical that other people can smile and I can't; I was fascinated. Dazed by the pictures of you, awed by the vibrance in that emotion you always portrayed when you looked at me from the moment you faced your camera and seized yourself in that moment in time.



I just thought to myself while arranging these pictures: "OMG YOU'RE FUCKING PRETTY."













But you know what? Even though I care that you don't do what you used to anymore. This is all I care about:

You're still that beautiful girl I fell in love with, and that beautiful girl that I'm in love with right now. We're happy, and I see it in your face.
Vanity? Hah! Thy name is Gregoleen!