This is one of the difficult ones. I apologize in advance. :(
What you won't do, to do for love You tried everything but you don't give up In my world only you Make me do for love what I would not do - "What You Won't Do For Love" by Bobby Caldwell
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Michael
Lifting my sunglasses from my eyes, I took one good look at my baby. She and I had decided to use my day off to spend time to ourselves. In most cases, we would've went out to do some extravagant activity. She and I weren't ones to sit still and relax for long. That was just how we were. She and I were two of a kind. However, on that specific day, we decided to give ourselves a bit of rest. That evening, we'd traveled to our favorite lake and decided to go for a swim. I'd never been swimming with her before, so I was excited to spend this time with her.
As she stripped down to her bikini, I licked my lips as I looked her over. Like me, she had a slim build. Her beautiful, lengthy hair was tied into a tight bun at the back of her head. Her navy blue shawl was sprawled across the rocks. Now, she was showing off her white bikini, which was a perfect fit on her body. As I stared at her, I noticed that, with her back turned, this was a perfect opportunity for me to capture a memory. Raising her Polaroid camera to my eyes, I positioned it at the angle I wanted before snapping a picture.
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As soon as she heard the camera snap, she turned around sharply. Lowering the camera from my gaze, I flashed her a mischievous smile. She narrowed her eyes at me, knowing that I knew she didn't like having her picture taken. However, she also knew that I would never listen to her requests for me to refrain from capturing her beautiful moments.
"Mr. Jackson," she began, putting her hands on her hips, "No photos please."
"The camera is making me do it," I replied, earning a small smile from her, "It isn't me! Every time this thing is in your presence, it demands me to point the lenses at you and snap a picture. It happens all the time!"
"Mhm," she hummed, turning to face the lake.
As she looked out into the peaceful body of water, I could tell that something was on her mind. Her hands remained on her hips as she stared with a distance gaze. The lowering sun, which was positioned behind us, was shining over her shoulder, providing another opportunity to snap a wondrous picture.
"That's a great shot," I said, lifting the camera and snapping the picture before she could protest.
