Chapter 29 - The Kiss
I open my eyes and I close them automatically. Everything shines and everything is bright. When my eyes do get accustomed though, I realized that there's a couple in front of me, wrapped in an embrace. I can't see the man's face, only the back of his head, but I see the woman's and her eyes are closed.
It's like I'm looking at them from above, hovering over them.
I know this painting, I realize. I've seen it before. It's popular. But I never really paid attention to it. I thought the faces weren't real. I thought the colors were all the same.
I didn't get it.
I hadn't seen how intimate this painting felt. It might be a couple in an embrace, but it's not about the sexual, it's about the closeness.
Intimacy is beyond just the physical, it's a connection you have with someone and it's palpable in this painting. I can't believe I never saw it before. I can't believe I thought this painting was banal.
For this painting, I don't want to be noticed. I don't want to disturb this painting. I want to let them be.
It feels wrong to intrude such an intimate moment. I want to look away but there's no where else to look. There's nowhere to go. So I close my eyes.
And wait for the darkness to take me over once more.
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