caught in the moment unaware

yesterday i found the polaroids in the space between your house and mine, they were still wrapped tightly in that off white tissue paper, old and faded from the days since they were taken. do you remember? we took them that rainy august afternoon while we waited for the clothes to dry. it was hot in the apartment and the steam from the instant noodles clouded the windows. we pressed our faces to the glass and smiled. you wanted to be arty and original but when they dried we laughed at the silliness. you always took yourself so serious, the long hair and big ideas. i don’t remember why we kept them, i guess the same reasons we keep anything, to prove that we came from somewhere, that before we were this, we were something else. we will always have that.