I'll spare the readers of a long novel and flowery, poetry like language which I wrote somewhere. Below is a true story of my life and also why photography has remained special to me.
Just as the song by Johnny Hates Jazz 'Turn Back The Clock' goes "Another day is ended, And I still can't sleep, Remembering my yesterdays I begin to weep, If I could have it over, Live my life again, I wouldn't change a single day.... "
If I could turn back the clock I'd relive the days when I used to know a special girl. I wish I could feel her one more time, but I was teeny tod then... I still remember the chilly nights at the beach when I could feel her body shiver and I'd hug her so tight and catch a scent of her. She had a certain scent which I'm very fond of. Sort of like a mix of puppy and caramel.
To cut the story short, when I came to know she was dying, I couldn't accept it, and the only thing I can do was to pick up a camera and stole some precious moments we managed to have together. But when things got worse, I found myself reluctant to add anymore memories. I was too afraid.
Then one day, while looking at the stormy horizon, I began to close my eyes, times we had together seems to be playing once again, and I could catch a scent of her once more... but this time, it gave me strength. I began to realise I was with her once again, I see her amongst the beautiful horizon, the gentle zephyr that whispers in my ears, the bench I sat on, she's beside me once again....
I knew then, I had to go on with my life. But sometimes, when I'd walk all alone by the beach, and sit by the bench, closing my eyes.... I'd became 16yr old once more... running and playing by the beach, holding her tight
In my room, beside my bed, there's a photo framed and frozen in time, in it were the happy times we had together.
If only I could turn back the time, I'd choose to be by her side relishing every moment we had left, and have her in my arms till the very end.