Heartbreak Station

Every time you look at a picture, you mostly see happy events. A birthday, a wedding, a toddler walking, the first time you ride a bike, a smile.

But you never see the bad events, the waiting room at the hospital, the funeral of a beloved departed, the absence of somebody.

Yet, I've come to realize that it's always those bad events that help you get to the next happy picture.

As I sit here, looking through my photo album, I see a picture of me and him. Our first date, our second anniversary.

But where are the pictures of our fights? Our screaming? Our break up?

I sit here, looking through our pictures, and thank the bad events for helping me remember just those good memories.

I thank the pictures for helping me remember all the good times I had with him...