Him
I've always loved photography. It's a thing in our family. I love traveling and capturing what I'm attracted to. But despite all that, I secretly want a subject, someone to capture photos of. A muse.
I bought another DSLR camera and can't wait to use it. I walk through the park, trying out the new lens. I spot a squirrel and crouch to take a picture. When I stand, I turn and bump into someone. I'm in awe as I stare into misty gray eyes.
She has a soft smile on her pink lips and a pink tint to her cheeks. Her dark brown hair falls in curls around her shoulders.
She's beautiful.
Her
I know I've bumped into someone. I can feel the confusion and stillness.
"I'm sorry." I say softly, under my breath.
"Oh, uh- it's alright." The stranger says. His voice is firm but kindness is laced into it. "I'm Kyle."
He shakes my hand and I smile. "I'm Pam."
Him
We meet at the park every day, at the same time. I tell her stories of the pictures I've captured, always looking forward to seeing her smile.
At first, I wondered why all she did was smile. But then, I learned that she's blind.
After our first month of getting to know each other, I decided to do something special for her. Every time she'd tilt her head to feel the sun or wade her feet in the cheek like a little child, I'd take a picture.
I developed the pictures and asked for a caption printed in braille so that she could read it.
I hold her hands in mine and tears fall as she reads the caption.
"My beautiful muse."
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