How might I reclaim the exhilaration experienced on our first date? How can I rekindle that fluttering sensation of butterflies within me? There was a time when my job was my greatest paramour, imbued with a passion that was pure and unfeigned. But as with any long-term commitment, the initial fervor inevitably gives way to indifference and apathy. Every action, every utterance becomes predictable. Adjusting the diaphragm to 50, setting the ISO at 1000, illuminating the background or triggering the backlight. The earlier thrill has faded, replaced by monotonous routine, obligatory smiles, and flawless results. Such perfection, predictability, and comprehension have become nauseatingly repulsive. We had been divorced for a year and a half when I realized that I would be moving. I thought about leaving you alone in the empty apartment. But how could I betray our love? I renounced professional lighting, photo studios, and models. Now it's just you and me, like the first time...