1 August

"Just smile." It wasn't really a question. It wasn't really a command. It was almost a compromise. A deal.

She turned her face from the camera. She avoided his lens. She didn't know why. She just did. She always did. 

He thought she was beautiful. She didn't exactly agree. But he was compromising. Just smile. 

She tilted her head. Smiling, barely. The shutter snapped. She didn't look into the camera. She looked into his eyes. They were green today. He looked down at the screen. 

His face changed. Quickly. Nobody would've noticed but her. That shift. Virtually undetectable. 

A second passed and he laughed. 

"Aww." 

It became a joke. She blushed. But she'd seen it. That look on his face. Pure adoration. 

He loved her. He told her all the time. And she loved him back. Really. She did. 

But that look. His eyes slightly widened. Seeing that picture like he was seeing her for the first time. Something confirmed itself inside her. 

And then the moment vanished. No dwelling on each other. They didn't need to. Not like other people. They were different. And that's the way they liked it. 

They were interesting people in their own rights. Neither wanted to be ordinary. Both prided themselves on being unique. 

But together, there was something else. They were comfortable. Content. Neither needed to alter themselves. And it was obvious. 

She hated cliches. But they fit. Like a puzzle.

He snapped photograph after photograph and so did she. Each featuring just one of them. All alone. 

They'd each admire the pictures of the other. How nice it was to see evidence of what they each knew. The pictures just proved it. 

To him, she was perfect. 

To her, he could do no wrong.

It was good that way. That's the way it should be.