“This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look for yourself.”
This is my proof, Duane Michals, 1974
I never really thought about it, but the mental images I have burned in my memory are my proof, too. I have loved and been loved. I forget that sometimes… I forget that other people have felt for me what I have felt for them.
(via singingalong)
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