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My man-friend takes photos.

Of everything.

One of his favorite things to take pictures of

is me.

He especially likes to take photos of me way too close.

I am not sure why.

Maybe

he thinks it's funny.....

maybe

he gets bored with taking photos at a sensible distance.....

maybe

he knows it bugs me......

maybe

he thinks there needs to be more pictures of my big eye balls in the world.....

who knows.

But for 12+ years now he has done it.

And it never ceases to entertain him.

I am sure there are hundreds of painfully close-up photos of me on our computer.

It used to really bother me.

It made me really uncomfortable

and exposed.

But the truth is.....

I don't really mind any more.

It is actually quite comforting.....

that the man who sees me

closer

than any other human,

who sees me

without make-up,

without any of my favorite illusions

and facades

still

wants to see me this close.

The man who knows me

better

than any other human

still

wants to know me.

Even this close

he sees something beautiful

and

something

worthy of a photograph.

Even when I have no place to hide.

He still wants to be

this close.

And

I

am

so very

thankful

that he does.