Pulling back the curtains, the light fell on her face, her beautiful eyes looking into mine. The flutter in my stomach and the tightening of my chest reminding me of the first time I captured her on film. I trace her every feature with my eyes, watching the way her shoulders move as she breathes. The shadows wrapping around her face and chest, she blinks and I resist the urge to reach out and touch her cheek. All other thoughts are lost in this moment, my mind thinking only of her and the love between us. The shutter releases and her image is captured, I grab her hand and hold it tight, telling her I love her, but feeling as though those words do no justice to how deeply I care for her. → Peter Schweitzer