I will remember waffle nights at 2am. I will remember sleeping in the guitarcase because there was no room for a bed.
I will remember the moment I took your photo for the first time, I was eight, it was with that little red camera and I still have the picture, it was the first photo I ever took. You were on a boat in Holland, you wore socks in your sandals.
I will remember when we lived in a tiny house where I would feel the sand between my toes on the doorstep.
When you left for work it would feel like the world ended, like you would never come back, sometimes I even cried, if I told you I was sad then you would come straight back. It was just you and me for those months that year, I know I felt better than you did, you cried and couldn’t sleep, thank you for always being honest about it, we really became best friends at that time. You surrounded the house with tulips, you built me a treehouse and you made sure I felt like the safest little girl in the world. You taught me all about adventures and told me stories about your childhood, how you wanted mine to be everything you didn’t have.
You never failed.
I remember all the guitar playing, all the music, all the creativity you surrounded me with. My arms wrapped around your arm, to never be scared of the moon.
Thank you for everything, always.
I wish what happened five weeks ago never happened, but remembering is everything now.
So with that, here is the first photograph I ever took, and I am so happy it was of you.