2.2.12

Revisited.

A picture of all of us that I stick to the old dirty mirror of mine. It was years ago, I couldn't even remember when it was taken at all. But you were a lot younger, and so were us. Too young to know anything, too young to understand. We were smiling. Every and each one of us was there. The picture's complete. We were complete, once. Somewhere in the past.