I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, capturing the love stories of the people I grew up with is so special to me.
It’s more than just being the one to stamp your name on the work they’ll show their family and post on Instagram and hopefully make their Lock Screen. It’s the gravity of seeing them one way (mostly making fools of ourselves in public places in Connor & our other friends’ case), and then being let into a space totally different — a space that is now shared by two people and built on nothing but love and trust. A space that holds so much vulnerability, an unspoken marker of truly “growing up.”
Somewhere that not even their friends & family get to see fully, and their acquaintances on Instagram definitely don’t know.
I’ve been wracking my brain trying to find the right words to evoke the warmth I felt from just the way Connor looked at Mary on that windy evening in San Francisco, but I decided this relationship was one I didn’t want to try and explain. Not for lack of wanting — but for a hope that you see and feel how special it was to me to be there with them.