Yours Truly

xxiii. photographer

Because the most genuine love of all, is the one that chose to let go.

-X-

"One last post, please. Then it's a wrap!" The president of the group said.

Yet he can't take his eyes off of her. She was the epitome of the word 'destructive'. She could make you feel like you're on the top of the world and the next day, you were rock bottom. There is just something about her that makes him feel attracted everytime he sees her. It was like a magnet forcing its way onto you like you were some sort of metal.

And whenever their eyes meet. Whenever his eyes meet hers, time seemed to slow down and he swore he felt his heart skipped a beat.

He takes hold of his camera and brought it in his eyes to look for a great angle.

And when he does, he finally clicked.

And another.

And another.

And another.

He couldn't stop. It was like he was under some sort of spell that no matter what, he couldn't get out from it.

He was under her spell.

"Hey, knock it off. Pres. said only one more click."

And like that, so quickly, he snapped right back into his senses and muttered a short 'sorry'.

"And hey, your angle is wrong. You're only capturing the bride's face, not the groom's also."

He nodded his head and he could feel his ears reddened from embarassment when he heard the groom laughed, "Loosen up my best man. I'm going to take care of your gorgeous bestfriend. I promise. And I knew that the pictures you took for our nuptial would be amazing, you're the best photographer in town of course."

He looked at the both of them smiling and he,
once again,
all over again,
a million times,
over and over,
felt his heart clench with hurt.

He smiled despite of the tears swelling up in his eyes, "You better."

-X-