Sweet memories

This was his favorite picture of us.

I'd like to write something.  But I'm not entirely certain what that something is.  It feels unnecessary.  Or too dramatic.  Maybe too personal.  If you know me, you know what happened.  And I'll leave it at that.

Edit: The memories that I have are sweet and amazing, I wouldn't trade them for anything.  I learned how to shoot and spent hours in the country.  :)  He has become someone else though, which is sad.  Maybe his true colors have finally come out.