When we were together last, I confided in you that I had this crazy thought of abandoning the financial security of my soul-crushing job to completely start over as a photographer. I didn’t even own a camera. With fire in your eyes you told me, “Do it. You’d be amazing. You know it and I know it. Do it. Not because you want to; because you have to.” Three days later you were gone and what’s actually important in life never felt so clear. So, I took your advice. And two years later, one of my production photos is in the New York Times.
It means nothing. It means everything.
I wanted to tell you…but I don’t know how.
I love you.