2003-10-10 - 5:02 a.m.

Even though the man's eyes are hidden behind the brim of his hat. Somehow, his expression can still be seen. He is infatuated, amazed, impressed, breath-taken, awaiting love, and longing for that just-one-more kiss. If he could, he would stop time in it's ever-proverbial tracks and remain in this moment, gazing upon the magnificent beauty that is before him, for the rest of his days, realistically knowing that this particular moment will be too soon over. This is why he holds her so. One arm is around her to say, "I want you near me" and one hand grasping hers in a caressing manner to plead, "Don't leave me. I don't want this to end."
Now, look at the woman. She's lost. She doesn't know what to do, yet she's not bothered by this. She is however, concerned with the extremity of her serenity. The fact that she's not bothered, bothers her. You can almost hear the inner conflict that ails her. "Should I be doing this? Should I kiss him again? I want to, but would that be giving too much? Would it be denying what's expected if I don't?" She's unecessarily anticipant of bearing the responsibility of his thoughts and feelings due to her actions.

There's something about this image that somehow manages to haunt, plague, sooth, and delight me all at once.

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