Just photos ..

I kept keeping photos of him. I wanted to do something with them, I just didn't knew what. I still don't know what to do with them. Then There was one simple rainning day that I desided to delete all his photos. I cryed for days, thinking that if he was alive he would be very mad at me because I didn't cared about his pictures. I got throw it. But whenever I see a beutiful picture of him , it remaids me of those days. I wanna keep the picture, but I know that perhaps tomorow i'll delete it , so I pass.
That's how I felt, when I first saw this picture ..

But I just decided to keep this one. It's such a deep picture.

And that's my story for today ^.^