They were still sleeping when I got up. I tried to get a nice shot but she probably felt the lens on her skin and immediately woke up protesting. But, I must say, I really like how this came out especially because she's hiding herself. It's a bit of a pattern.
He's a a really good friend of mine. Not the kind that I've known all my life nor even spent a considerable amount of time with, but the kind that instantly clicks like fresh lego pieces. We met through a common friend that had a special bond with both of us and decided, when the opportunity arose, that we must meet.
Her, I met the night before. B was in town visiting and needed a place to crash with (in/into/around) her. She's younger than both of us and deeply in love with him. The way they met is funny but I'm starting too think I've said too much already without asking permission.
A couple of weeks ago she texts me asking about the pictures I took that night. I also took some instant shots with my instax wide which she wanted badly. She came over a couple of days later. I gave her all the photos I had and we talked. They had broken up. I tried to explain that they never where what she thought they were. I think she got part of it – she couldn't really get all of it. She was going to make him a relationship postmortem package with the photos and her diary entries.
I hope she didn't.