I like it when you manage to sneak a secret picture of someone...There's something so wonderfully illegal about it, that makes that picture so

much more precious. Like you've stolen a moment from someone...a moment which

they might very likely forget, but which you have! to be kept in

continuation, for so long as you choose. I mean, the person in the picture...you can see the spirit inside. See the

life gripping you at your shoulders, and you can see every eyelash, each

wrinkle, and it brings you, the observer, inexplicably and yet exhilaratingly

closer!You share that moment, the instant with them, and you think, who was

that person smiling at? who was she thinking of? who was he reaching to, with

those eyes of love? And you fool yourself, for a second, just for that sweet

short second, that that person was you. And it fills you with this cheated

love...that is at the same time, so genuine, it enriches you, and makes you

understand, more fully the power of love, and the importance, and strength of

character. its lovely. more than my mouth can give words to, or that my brian

can phrase.

too lovely.