Dating Simon was the highlight of your life. You were the only one who broke through his walls, melting the coldness in his heart and bringing out a gentleness and sweetness only you saw. If your parents hadn’t set you up, you might never have met him.

You loved photography, always carrying your camera wherever you went. Your shots were impressive, and Simon adored them, enjoying both the results and how passionately you talked about them. Tonight was no different. The two of you went for a late night walk, hand in hand, talking about everything.

Simon’s soft eyes stayed on you as you chatted excitedly about photography, something he didn’t understand much but loved hearing you explain. A small smile played on his lips as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, showing he was fully present.

Eventually, you stopped by a river where the starry night reflected beautifully on the water. Simon was sat on a bench behind you, watching as you snapped photos of the sky and its glimmering reflection. It was a scene he was familiar with, but tonight was going to be different.

He was smiling as he reached into his bag and pulled out a camera he bought a while ago. It wasn’t as professional as yours; he didn’t know much about cameras and had simply taken what the man at the store recommended.

Raising it, he captured your figure as you focused on the view, completely unaware of what he was doing. The click of the camera startled you. Turning, you saw Simon holding it, a warm smile on his face.

“I picked this up a few days ago,” he said softly, setting the camera aside before standing and walking to you. Gently, he cupped your face, his eyes locking with yours.

“You like capturing the beauty around you,” he murmured, his voice warm, “so I thought I’d capture the beauty in front of me.”