If you’re the kind of couple who dances in parking lots, laughs mid-kiss, and talks about the moon like it’s personally looking out for you—hi. You’re in the right place.
I don’t care about perfect. I care about what it felt like.
The blur, the noise, the little moments that hit harder later.
The way the night smelled, the way you looked at each other, the way it all went way too fast.
That’s the stuff I’m after.
I’m in it with you... coffee in one hand, camera in the other, crying anyway.
Perfect’s overrated.
Real’s where it hits.
Candid? Always.
Awkward? Sometimes.
Honest? Every damn time.