In the Spring of 2015, I spent two unforgettable days with a girl in Orlando, Florida. It started out as an unhealthy obsession, but it became one of the most important friendships of my life.
We met on Facebook. I started a conversation with her because I saw she had just broken up with her boyfriend. She was a model, and I was a photographer—I had an easy way in. Her heart was hurting.
I wanted to seduce her, so I needed to choose my words carefully. I told her I cared about her. I told her a photoshoot would take her mind off of things. I told her I would fly down to Orlando to see her if she wanted it.
I don’t remember anything about my flight to Florida. What I do remember is seeing her for the first time. She emerged from the backdoor of her house and stood barefooted under a tree. She was wearing a lilac camisole that contoured her body, and the sun skimmed across her auburn hair revealing coppery highlights. I’d never seen such a beautiful girl, with such an angelic face. And in the space between heartbeats, I knew I wanted her.
She greeted me with a smile, and I reciprocated by wrapping my arms around her. I pressed my body into hers and I felt the warmth of her body against mine. Her hair smelled like piña coladas. Her shoulder blades shifted softly in my hands. I've never felt so close to someone; a connection so raw, and primal. I held onto her, and she did not resist. Two kindred spirits brought together by an inescapable loneliness and a Facebook status update.