The Lens That Saw Me
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On graduation photo day, my girlfriend, Cherry, took over two hundred pictures of Chase, the campus golden boy.
She was the president of the photography club. She knew exactly how to find the light, how to capture the perfect angle that made a person look like a movie star.
Chase stood beneath the shade of the campus sycamores, flashing his easy, effortless smile. "Am I being too much of a pain?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Cherry kept her eyes glued to her camera, scrolling through the viewfinder with a softness in her voice I hadn’t heard in months.
