She was waiting for the photos to be developed. Eagerly, she dangled her feet, imagining the pictures ready. She had grown tired of looking at images on the computer. "Pictures are memories you want to hold in your hands" she thought. And so it was. Once developed, they seemed to have more colour, contrast, feelings. She relived precious moments that seemed infinite for a second, and then decided: her wall was going to become a mural. Now, when longing hits its peak, she chooses one of them to hug between tears. "I miss you", she whispers.
