i first saw you at the park.
you sat under a large oak, taking pictures with your blue polaroid camera.
i watched you from the swings,
you had a jean jacket on and your hair was loose curls. the glasses you wore made you look like a hipster.
i giggled at you and you looked to me, and you took a photo.
as it came out to develop, i asked why you took it.
you smiled as you placed the photo in the album,
"i like to photograph beautiful things."
your obsession was polaroids, and my obsession was you.
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polaroids
Random||book two of the obsession series|| a.i you took photos that took breaths away but you, solely, took mine away
