and maybe she was out of my game. in fact, she probably was. because she was all camera flashes and expensive champagne and i liked to think she could be mine. how fickle that was. i was just her photographer; just the man who say her as she was. with no makeup, no clothing. no men threatening her or beating her if she said one thing wrong.
but, gosh, was she absolutely breathtaking. she was stunning, and she knew it. she has become a legend in the back of my mind, and nothing more.
nothing less.
sincerely,
zayn malik.
september 3rd, 1951.
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