The Story of a Girl and Her Love

There once was a curly haired girl dreaming for a way to express herself. An innocent enough dream she thought. That is until she met the rebel and her little dream became an obsession. It was beautiful and felt just right. She couldn't get enough of the clicking and seeing the results. Everywhere she went all this curly haired girl could see was framing for her rebel. All she could think was how her rebel would reflect what was around her.

And then the doubts started being the new obsession. Was she good enough for the rebel? The doubts were followed by the silencing of the clicking thus the end of her expression. What is a girl to do? Become the rebel and move beyond the fear, right? Otherwise the girl's self may shrivel and die right along with the simple dream of just expressing herself.

So here the girl is taking a deep breath and letting go...

Hope you enjoy what the results are. I would love to hear your reactions.