I had a garage sale at my house this weekend and amongst the chaos of people trying to buy everything I own for less than a dollar, I found one thing that was priceless in the pile of junk...our scrap book. I forgot I had the book I made for him mixed in with my things. I must have put it in the garage almost a year ago when things went bad to keep my self from obsessing over the pictures, notes and cards contained inside this book. Ironically, this scrap book had to pop up just when I started feeling like I had taken a few steps forward for the first time in 11 months. All it took was opening this book and I immediately took a bunch of steps backward... into what is probably the wrong direction.
The contents of our scrapbook do not match the portrait of the picture he paints of our relationship....the one where we are always fighting and he thinks I was so unhappy. Actually, the contrary is true. These photographic moments are the glue that holds a relationship together. No one is there with a camera for the fights and the tears because those aren't the times we are supposed to dwell on- they are what happens in between the good stuff. Its the moments contained in these photos that get you through the bad times. They are the moments worth fighting for, the moments that make you want to chase after the girl you once loved before she puts away the scrapbook and never takes it out again.
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