She was my Sky and I was her Sun. I am a photographer and she is my muse. I love her... and even if she hasn't told me, I know that she felt the same too. I want to spend the rest of my life with her but we are running out of time. I want to tell her how much I love her but I never got a chance. I want us to grow old together but she... Slipped away and the only thing I have that will remind me of her was a photograph.