I met him at the steps in Grand Central on Friday afternoon. We took the early evening train two hours outside the city. I had my hand pressed against the window the whole time, watching the sun set on the Hudson River. He snapped photos and slept by my side.

We took a cab to a little house where we hibernated for the entirety of the weekend. Red wine, local fruits, and lots of love. We are celebrating where we are. I've never wanted much more than someone to focus on and love, making art together has always been an added bonus.

We took seven rolls of film as I danced around the old house. Summer felt easy, needs easily satiated. We are growing together as we create. It is a simple kind of union, a love flowing into our experience.

He captures my world just as it is.

I love you.