I love him the way I love taking photographs.
It was a refreshingly windy Sunday morning when I walked across the park. With my camera slung around my neck, I searched for the perfect backdrop. Lighting and angle are the key to a great shot, but none of it mattered when I saw him through the lens.
I saw him through the lens, smiling brightly with his eyes shinning so perfectly.
I saw him through the lens and everything was perfect- everything except that he wasn’t with me. That I wasn’t the one. And with a heavy heart, I pushed the button as I took his photos — his photos along with his soon-to-be wife.