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I took these. They’re mine. They’re him.
My vision blurs from wetness as I shuffle through the images. The four enclosed photographic copies I sent to Foster a few months ago bring back memories of one of our most intimate moments together. We’ve had many, but the day I painted scientific shapes and elements on his body is one to be remembered forever. It feels like the first day we ever truly met.
The pictures he’s sent for me to see are not the ones I took of his torso, which display my colorful work.
These are him.
His unique characteristics.
His face.
His soft gaze.
His vulnerable self.
Seeing him through the lens was like finding him.
I saw him that day. He was stripped bare.
He showed himself.
It scared me.
I unfold the attached note.
THIS IS THE FACE OF A MAN LOOKING AT A WOMAN HE LOVES.HE HAS NO MONEY OR PRESTIGE, ONLY A HEART.
