iPhone 5 shot
All paths lead to you. Every decision, each consideration, wrapped in your small fingers which search for my guiding hand, grip firmly and, eyes straight but filled with constant inquiry, we move into a shared future with careful steps. The claim is you’re led this way or that, but cues are obvious as you demand direction, and we follow, dutiful and with the tug of your hold on our hearts always. It will always be this way, for it not to be is death.