On Observation and Experience
I've always had enough curiosity to obsessively look at what's going on around me, feeling content with watching others share that warmth, while also holding on to the fear of what would happen if I tried it for myself. But I've done some maturing and came to the conclusion that perhaps practicing self-love was just the beginning of the happiness awaiting me elsewhere.
I especially love the top one of these two photos. The colours and the hand gently touching the back. A moment of tenderness caught in a public place.
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