pictures never lie

I disagree; they can sometimes create illusions that are...well, inaccurate.

However, there is one that Michele took last summer that I feel portrays such a remarkable depiction of my relationship with the people in there that I can no longer ignore the symbolism represented in that single captured moment.

There I am, looking at this boy with what appears to be complete adoration, and he is looking away, either ignoring me entirely or simply not noticing. Or perhaps not caring. The possibilities continue. The extra arm sticking out of me, naturally, belongs to my wife, and the body on the side belongs to a friend, though I cannot remember whom, but he and his hairy legs represent the spectators in my life who are aware of the situation but don't actually play a relevant role and therefore remain faceless. Their opinion, regardless, has never changed my emotions.

End of the year. It's time to let go, right?