Can't believe it's *that* short, feels like we've been together for so much longer.
It was love at first sight.
I had an idea of what he had to look like:
he had to be different
and I didn't want him to be too skinny or small;
a larger body feels so much better.
And there had to be a click, definately.
That spark of magic.
I went to the city by myself that day.
No company; this was a step I had to make on my own.
Would he be there?
Would I recognize him
while other temptations were surrounding us?
Looked at every single candidate.
Eye contact, even some touching & feeling.
I must admit,
some were better,
but far out of my league.
They flirted with me
and I flirted back,
but at both sides it was obvious:
that wasn't the match I was going for.
Black is my colour.
I must admit his looks made me hesitate,
but only for a minute.
Some would consider him ugly,
or at least kinda weird.
And since weird is my middle name,
it was clear when our eyes met:
this guy was going home with me!
in only 4 years?
So, so many.
My hard drive is stuffed with all those moments.
My buddy, my Dimage Z10,
our ways are parting.
Last weekend you were at my side, we were going to make some great shots of little Noah. You made me feel insecure; was there something wrong with the focus?
Nah, probably my lenses made your screen look blurry, I thought.
But when I came home, not a single shot turned out to be sharp. It wasn't to blame on my eyes.
You've lost it.
And now it is the place where we shot the worst.
Everything is out of focus,
except the macro shots, the one thing you've always excelled in. We may make some macro repo's in the future together, but I'm gonna need to replace you when it comes to other tasks.
I can't believe how fast it went!
When we met, you were the very best within my budget and the size of your frames was very well. Now even my mobile phone has a higher standard than you.
I knew for a while you were getting old-fashioned, but I still loved you.
When someone laughed at your looks, I didn't care. I knew what we had done together in the past and I trusted you to prove them wrong.
This is the last portrait you made of me:
Thanks for the good times.
The memories will be preserved.
And I haven't got a clue how to replace you :(