A/N : This is just a simple story for a friend. =D.
Forever
She held the world in her lens. As she went to take a piece of history she felt her curls bounce around her face. She felt a sense of pride with every shot she got. She heard a tiny meow from her kitty and her iPod start to play the chorus of " Maybe This Time ". She smiled a warm smile and hummed along. She remembered her past but thought to the future. She could already see the ring on her left hand. The sound of moving vans. And the light kick inside her tummy.
As I looked upon my fingers gliding across the keyboard all the words flowing together as if I were reading a book not writing one. The actions felt easy. As if I were breathing. I wondered if this is how the lady with curls felt the first time she laid a finger on a camera, She sometimes doubted her work. But in my eyes she had the best pictures in the world. And, no they aren't art. They are a work of magic. I wondered if I would ever find something I had such a passion for as she. She gave me something I'll never forget.
The power to dream.
Forever.
A/N... What did you think ? ILY lady with the curls !