He saves the image of her to his phone. Her face glowing yet serene amongst the crowd that surrounds her. She is wearing the beanie she stole from him when they walked hand in hand through frosty winter streets and the wind whipped her hair across her face. When he kissed her though, her lips were warm against his. He wishes he could have been there with her today, wishes he could have marched beside her and felt her passion. Because she is his woman and he has never felt more proud.