I Hate Photography Because It Reminds Me Of What Could Be
It is sometimes eerie how much you two look alike. In some ways, I think you burned an ideal into my mind that I'm constantly searching for in other people. This ideal isn't you, but instead some idealized version of you. Your successors outdo you, love. It is as it should be.
These words are still coins dropped down a well, solitarily drowning together.