Do you look away? Or do you continue watching as your heart wells up for her. Her body is positioned stiffly, she seems too painfully self aware. You think you caught her eyes moist. Do you begin to fantasize what you would do for her if she let you? Do you want her eyes to look at you so ever intently yet quizzically as you enter and exit her body? If you could keep her forever would that warm you and lesson the way your mind paces and the ever present boredom of your heart? And would you grow to love her even more every day as she sits at your table and lays in your bed? You may recognize she runs deeper than you even thought. Her face becomes so familiar and necessary, that you can't even imagine what it would be like if it were gone. Then you begin to realize she needs you more than you thought, and perhaps that begins to frighten you. You begin to touch her less, it begins to not sit right with you. You begin to think about dating again, real dating, grown women, who although don't move your heart as much, take less out of you. Soon you think, you might be able to write this whole situation off as a comical mistake. You now go out more often. You bring women back with you, hoping they would leave as soon as they arrived...well as soon as the deed is done. You still talk to her, you realize you never heard how high her pitch was, how she was always trying to sound light and burdenless.
photography by Steve Reganato