Both?
Good Guy
Neither.
His replies are quick and funny.The laughter rumbles in my chest, replacing the heartburn, when I respond.
Ha! Damn, I think the universe was right, and we are supposed to be friends. You’re really talented too. You have a great eye for light and space and subject matter.
Good Guy
Thanks. I have hundreds of photos but never share any of them. I don’t know, I kind of like the idea of keeping something for my eyes only and not sharing it with a world that always craves more from us than it should.
I completely understand. I only set up this account because I got tired of my sister hacking into my phone so she could look at my photos. Most of my followers are family. It’s a good way to stay connected.
Good Guy
Without sharing anything personal.
It’s not a question; he’s finishing my thought.
I excitedly whisper my response aloud as I type it.
YES! See, you get it!
Good Guy
Oh, I get it. Believe me. Your handle makes sense now. eye.for.an.I – photos taken only for you. Even though you share them. Clever.
This conversation is so easy; it’s probably a good time to confess.
I should probably admit that my sister is the one who sent you the initial message. Her Spidey-sense thought we should be friends.
Good Guy
So, she’s still hacking?
Meddling. Lovingly? Aggressively?
Good Guy
Perfectly. No regrets here.
Which makes me smile.
I better get to bed. I need to get up early for work. Talk more tomorrow?
Good Guy
Looking forward to it.
I type,
Post a photo, I want to see more.
And then I pause and backspace to delete and replace it with something less, I don’t know, demanding? But I re-type what I erased and hit send.
Good Guy
