The way your chestnut brown hair glistened under the sun
your brown eyes glimmering
the edges of your rose tinted lips curling up to a half moon
was all the intricate details my camera captured .
My EOS 3000 was obsessed with you
everyday, every season it captured you
with my willing fingers pressing the buttons.
Though having second thoughts about my creepiness
I couldn't stop myself from wondering ,
how many stories you had to say,
how many songs you had to sing,
how many colors you had to put on a canvas
with your mystical features that I admired.
The way your feet shuffled noisily in the early morning,
the way the aroma of your of ginger tea wafted through the air,
the way your bustling footsteps indicated you were stressed
were all the senses I mastered over the days .
The parameter with which I observed all your blinks and language
was the only thing restraining me from starting a conversation with you.
I wish I could have just jumped across the array of balconies
and just said "hello", like a scene straight out of a cheesy Rom-com
but I couldn't.
So I took the other way and turned my back on you
But sorry I couldn't resist nor could I say anything.
You don't know how hard I tried
but the focus of my camera was always on you.
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