Photographs and Memories...

02-10-2025

©2026 BTMT-TJ

Some photos stay with us not because we return to them often, but because deleting them feels like a second kind of loss.

They live quietly in forgotten folders, old albums, or the back of a drawer. We rarely open them. Still, we know exactly where they are. Letting them go would mean admitting that what they hold has fully passed, and that can feel heavier than simply leaving them untouched.

These images are more than pictures. They are proof that a moment once existed. Evidence that we laughed that way, stood beside that person, believed in something that felt real at the time. They remind us of who we were before life reshaped us, before experience refined our edges.

Even as everything else changes, those frozen seconds keep their warmth. They carry the atmosphere of days we cannot return to, and sometimes it feels kinder to preserve them than to confront what their absence would confirm. Keeping them allows the past to remain acknowledged rather than erased.

Some photos ache to look at. They stir memories we thought had settled, emotions we believed we had already carried to completion. Still, they remain. Not out of longing, but out of respect. Like old letters kept in a box, untouched yet treasured. It is not about reopening the story. It is about honoring that it existed.

Perhaps one day we will look at them again. Perhaps we will not. Even so, there is comfort in knowing they are there. Somewhere, a younger version of us is still smiling, still hopeful, still reaching toward a future they believed in.

We keep these images because they remind us that we once showed up fully. That time moved forward, yet some moments were meaningful enough to save. Not to relive them, but to remember that they were real, and so were we.

-TJ

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