[ WP ] '' Head over heels ''

I love her. She loves me. I'm sure of it. Absolutely, positively, one-hundred and fifty percent sure of it. When I wake up in the morning, she's what I think about. At night, we sit together. While she reads, I just watch her. The mere sight of her is enough for me. She, on the other hand, gets so wrapped up in her book that it's like she does n't even know I'm there. At the moment, I'm making her a book of pictures I've taken of her. For a while there, back when I still had to stay six hundred feet away from her, it was difficult to get the shots I wanted. But, hey, that's what zoom lenses are for. Now, however, that time's passed, and I can get as close as I like. Lately, however, the problem I've had is one of glare. When we're sitting together and I frame a shot, the darkness of the night means that my flash reflects off the window, meaning that I ca n't even see her. You know, the first time that happened, I just about fell out of my tree. Nearly broke that zoom lens. But I've gotten better, since then. To show how much I care, I've even bought a camouflage suit, so as not to disturb her while she reads. Sometimes, though, other `` residents'' of her `` community'' decide that they want to take their Alzheimer's and dementia stricken minds right in front of my shot! Yes, there's an age difference between us; you could call it a May-December romance. But really, what's sixty-five years, when love is on the table?
