Suburban Secrets

It's her three weeks.

I'm sure gonna miss you.

Then you are a wonderful photographer.

You're a lovely, crazy, mad shutterbug.

Your nuttiness is part of your charm.

But I have a confession to make.

I've never mentioned it before. I was afraid it might impair our business relationship.

I had a terrible crush on you.

An awful schoolgirl crush.

I've had it for the year and seven months that we've worked together.

That's sweet.

It's not sweet.

It's painful.

I'm in love with you.

It's not me that you're in love with, it's my image.

The one that you put on film, more beautiful and enticing than I am in real life.

It's you I'm in love with, no image.

between shots.

I didn't please you?

You heard how many times I got off.

And you, you got your rocks off a few times.

I like you.

An awful lot. But at the moment I just...

Anything that would stand in my way.

Don't forget me, you mad, crazy Shudderbug.