She waves her hair back and fourth smiling so innocently it caputres your eyes.
Your kind of love you may reveal but not the kind of love you would bare to hold her hands and kiss her from her soft tinted lips. She's perfect. Picture perfect.
Pictures taken from scenes, her scenes, it hurts.
It'll forever be stored and takes time to view and make a choice to delete.
In which couldn't bare to delete.
A photo in which it made you happy.
I stored away the SD card hiding away those happy memories when she swooped you off your feet. Those happy memories I couldn't achieve.