She does not know it, but I have always been watching her. In the times when she did notice, she would always say the same thing.
“Yes?”
“Nothing.”
And, by way of a reassurance, I would smile. But nothing is not nothing. Never is, and, for the times in the past in which we found hindsight, never has been.
I want to remember this, is what I would have said. Because we are already beginning to forget.
34, male and very Cancerian. Often irascible, even if he is prescient to his emotions. Lives for the resonance of beautiful passages, cinematic magic and aural bliss. Dabbles in 
whenever someone say “nothing.”, i always reply “nothing always means something.”
Hi emily, I see you are quite an avid shutterbug yourself. Nice pics.
eh, where’d u see them? thanks anyway! =) i’ve saved some of your photo entries in bloglines…