But. A character in a movie doesn’t startle you with a tight grip on your waist when you imagined she’d have a lighter one; she doesn’t smell like the morning, or press her soft face against yours, so close that you feel her eyelashes against your cheekbone as you pose for a photograph together, tilting the phone up for the best light, pulling it farther back to get the setting, working on the composition so the clutter of the shop frames the photograph but together, in the center, are both of you.
