fucking html. I hate you. regardless, you both looked naturally happier than I'd really ever seen from either of you. I couldn't let that moment slip between our fingers. It needed to be captured. I love being a creeper finding future moments to make of memories.
pshhh. you weren't photographing, you were too into bliss to know what a camera was...or that one was behind you. but you both looked so happy. I couldn't help but pick up your camera that I had just put my battery in for you (I didn't even pick up mine), and be a lovely little creeper. More like...I was just capturing the moment of happiness for you to look at later and smile.