Forgot Your Password

I can't help but smile when I scroll through our photos on Facebook. You know, that one ever-growing album that's just called "Me And Her". Every uploaded moment that's captured by light-sensitive lenses reverts me back to that specific time and date, and I relive it like it's Groundhog Day.

May 17th:
The first time I kissed you in front of your friends. You swore I was against public displays. So I had to prove you wrong. With my hand already around your waist, I pulled you in a little tighter and then...
FLASH
Your friends are so trigger happy with their cameras. We laugh it off.
FLASH again.

June 9th:
I stare into your eyes and slowly wipe your hair off of your face. I tell you that I love you for the umpteenth time. You say it back and, in jest, you add, "Now tell me something I don't know." So I tell you that I want to watch your hair turn gray. Your eyes widen and you do that thing where you smile with only the right side of your mouth.
FLASH
An arm-length shot of that expression is the perfect way to remember this moment.

I continue to scroll through the images. I spend an eternity in each fraction of a second. Oh, how I live to make love to your life.
Never before has someone been able to so easily login to the account that is me. And that's exactly what you've done. Lupe said it best, "You's the dame who's the username to all my passwords."
I built Fort Knox around my heart, and you broke in and left your fingerprints everywhere so that I could easily find you.

I speed up the rate of my scrolling through the Zuckerberg-constructed flip book of our lives together. It's like making a movie. And then just as clear as day I can see it. The slow progression from kindred spirits to indifferent individuals. The distance between us from picture to picture increases. Your jubilant smile gradually descends from the upper corners of your cheeks, down to the clinch of your jawline. I am increasingly extending myself towards you, to no avail.

Then it finally hits me like an 8.9 to the spine. My brainstorm sends emotional waves crashing against both sides of my head. The flood runs down to my heart until my chest is left as nothing but a big red dot in the middle.
...I think I know how Japan feels.

I've spent so much time reminiscing over our earlier memories that I have been blind to the ongoing truth. I'm losing you. These pictures seem to tell the story that your mouth can't.

You know, aborigines believed that taking one's picture took part of their soul away. So maybe we just took too many pictures.

I don't know.
But what I do know is that there's no way that you could look through the same early recaps as me and still find yourself losing grip on our reality.
Do you not still sift through the perfectly public collection of our love? Do you no longer count the 'likes' from picture to picture to see which moment our friends think is our finest? Have you lost all desire to login to my life?

Maybe you still want to.
Maybe you just forgot your password.


Live, love & learn!
-The King