"History"
A file that I'll never click in? It's bullshit. I do click in. Once in a very long time. Maybe... Whenever I get the chance to backup the photos from my phone. I see that file. What's the harm?

The harm is always there, because I smiled when I scrolled through them. I smiled. I wasn't supposed to smile. We all know what happens in the end. Smile turns sour. I'd like to convince myself, we can't. He's shit. We're shit. I'm shit. Nope. But that doesn't work too well.

These photos worked like videos. Instant flashbacks. I can remember every single word said during those photos. Even if it's just a figure sitting there, reading the menu. I remember, he said, beef or chicken? Beeeeef or chicken????? It was at papa johns in cp. The shop's no longer there, but the taste, everything else was. It was one of the monsary. I said, I needed motivation, because we just finished some tests and I felt defeated. So he gave his useful talks.

That was at my cousie's place. His poodle jordan. I snapped to him and he said, this looks like my dog. I said, that is, your dog. Hilarious.

And that. When he had dengue. One of the most helpless periods in my life. It kills in and out, when the one you love the most is suffering while you couldn't do anything, not even be by his side.

That...

And that. 

They're just photos. But how do they work so much like videos? Like how the fuck??? 

I remember the first time we break up. I had like 10000000 break downs alone in bed just by picturing him moving on happily with a new girl.

That is something you don't want to picture after break ups. Focus on the nows, so you move on, and even if you picture it then, it'll hurt much less.
Just much less.

I liked that candid.
That... I don't remember that.

I wonder what would happen if...
I don't know.