Photo

She took a photo of us last night. One of a handful. Candid, poorly framed, poorly timed, just documenting an evening out with friends.

And if you showed that photo to some complete strangers and asked them if they thought you and I were a couple, 9 out of 10 of them would say “yes”.

It's sort of like at the other concert the other night… when the sample girl took a photo of your husband… then a photo of your friend… and then wanted to take a photo of the two of us… together.

Which was awkward, ngl, but also so damned cute…

And telling.

She knew which of us were meant to be together.

We've barely even ever touched, and yet the dynamic…

It's so obvious.

We belong together.

We fit.

Together.

My love, that photo she took may not be the best from last night, or the best in the world of either one of us. But I can tell you this: It will always be special to me.

Because it is the first.

Of what I'm sure are going to be many.

I just hope we manage to figure it out before everybody else does.

Yours,
♒️