You can picture their smiles!
I’d cry. Like straight up break down.
A photo my dad, who was studying in Amman at the time, sent to my mom in Iraq. On the back he wrote: “I’m sending this picture to be with you, but I wish it were me instead” (January 1983 - a year before they were engaged).
“I am troubled, immeasurably
by your eyes.
I am struck by the feather
of your soft reply.
The sound of glass
speaks quick, disdain
and conceals
what your eyes fight
to explain.”
Jim Morrison,
handwritten words