P.D.A. – Public Display of Admiration.
I have a strong belief that the definition of love has a great deal to do with admiration.
The feeling pours out from the heart, the eyes, and into the creation of a look.
The look. The look that forms from simplicity.
She looks at him reading a book, genuine and calm, as her heart beats faster with each passing second.
The warm embrace on a Parisian bus, they turn and lock eyes, with a soft seal of a kiss.
His gaze in her direction as she stumbles in the bar, looking for his eyes. She finds them. already in love. Although preoccupied with making potions, he finds her too.
A couple spotted from the 3rd floor window, overlooking a busy alley in Bastille, fill the air with passion.
A serene, intimate moment, when only the two existed. They kiss the kiss of a strong kiss, saying their goodbyes, holding on with the look for as long as time permitted.
Embedded in the formula of admiration is a difficult goodbye. For the separation equates to a loss of a spark.
A fire living in the soul, only awoken by this feeling.
This feeling of admiration, nothing more, nothing less.
But to think, I love the way you are, the way you move, the way your chest moves when you breathe.
- Paris, France 2016
- Notre Dame Cathedral
- Jardin Des Tuileries
- Eiffel Tower
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