Sunday

As I was looking at this photograph I took yesterday, I couldn’t help but realize the love I have for this man. It’s almost if I captured it on camera, my love. I know the vast majority of you all only see a dude leaning on a woman’s leg, but I see comfortability, security, serenity. One glance and I’m easily right back in that moment… that’s the beauty of photography.

I was watched myself entering this new level of emotion with him, I witnessed myself almost f*cking it all up. For so long I wondered what this feeling would feel like, I didn’t know what to think of it. I yearned for it, but avoided it for years because I couldn’t handle another disappointment. I wasn’t sure if I was feeling it since I haven’t (before) Then I realized love has no exact feeling because it has many… getting upset over things doesn’t hold weight anymore because I know whatever the problem is, it’ll get resolved. Keeping a straight face is a lot harder now because no matter how frustrated I may get, one look and all I can think about is how much I want to kiss his.