Monsters.

For a second, in those pictures, I couldn't even recognize you. Maybe it was because you were somewhere different. Somewhere I have never seen before. The unfamiliar surroundings disconnected you from me. We were not seeing the same walls, houses and trees. We are acres apart.

And for that second, I hated everything. I hated the grass that was under your feet, the clouds that were still so bright you needed your sunglasses. I hated the person who took the pictures, even the strangers in the backgrounds who probably never even noticed you standing there.

That second lasted too long and I began to hate myself. It was a dirty feeling in my mind. It was a sad feeling when it should not have been.

It should not have been.