I watch you study my work for a moment. The conversation around me seems to buzz into the background as I excuse myself to come closer. The light in the gallery illuminates your profile and has my chest feeling tighter with each step. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I swallow to collect myself as I approach you. Your eyes catch mine and I feel trapped inside them. It makes my brain feel fuzzy, so I tear my attention towards my photograph ahead of us. Any thoughts?
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