If I had a photographic memory, I know exactly what I would do. Every day, I would look at your face in my mind. Because I would have memorized the curve of your smile, the light in your eyes that nobody else can see unless they really know you. I would recall the way you look at me when I say something ridiculous. The laugh lines around your mouth, and the crinkled skin around your eyes that is incredibly smooth when you are thinking, lost in your own thoughts. I would see with my minds eye, the way your hair looks once I run my fingers through it. It’s short and soft, and a deep brown, multi-faceted. Not flat and mousy. Your hair matches your eyes, brown at first glance. But in the sun, if you look into them, there is gold and green on the edge of your iris’s. I could stare at them all day, and never get bored. God, if I had a photographic memory, I would never get anything done.
“I’d rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are; because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching for a star, I’d rather be a has-been than a might-have-been, by far; for a might have-been has never been, but a has was once an are.”—~ Milton Berle, American Comedian and Actor