There’s a picture of you, somewhere deep in my mind. It’s an ever-changing picture, but one thing never changes: it’ll be there. Always.

What’s in the picture?

You, 19 years old, kissing the sky.
You, 19 years old, being painted by a caveman on the walls of an unknown cave.
You, 19 years old, burning in the heart of a star.
You, 19 years old, standing before the Deutsche Dom in Berlin.
You, 19 years old, behind the wheel of a fast car.
You, 19 years old, on the cover of a fashion magazine.
You, 19 years old, standing next to me when i’m 90 years old.
You, 19 years old, hard at work in a science laborotary.
You, 19 years old, smiling.
You, 19 years old, with wings, and a blinding white aura.
You, 19 years old, with emerald-green eyes.
You, 19 years old, walking on the Moon.
You, 19 years old, poetry in motion as you dance, twirl, and spin.
You, 19 years old, healing with a kiss and kind words.

You, 19 years old, always.