I never thought of myself as an overly mushy gushy, lovey dovey person.
Until recently, apparently.
It’s a whole new side of me I never knew existed.
I like it.
Love the composition of this black and white photo (black & white is my favorite type of photography) and the pop of red.
The way his hand is casually resting on her hip.
The way her hand is carelessly resting over his shoulder.
How their bodies seem to curve together.
And that red umbrella shielding their kiss.
They are in their own little world.
I know it’s Thursday and not Wednesday. I’ve been one day behind all week. I also know there are words in this post. I can’t help it.