Seams of discerned abundance. A repressed tailor embroiders his infatuation, sentiment and ambiguity of purpose assiduously into her clothes. Love as a manifestation of tenacity, the enamour cannot perpetuate, however his insatiable yearning, however manufactured as impalpable, can be patiently sutured into her life.
He is at her acquiesce, he conforms to her seductive ethics of love to coax her reciprocation yet its futile. Perhaps his love is of sympathy and hers is of empathy, he lusts for her beauty and she covets for something tangible, the unconditional requit of passion.
However its the rapture of love demonstrated as a subtle gesture that is cardinal in this short, it's the sensitivity of his hand. The hands that prudently trace the undulant contours of her body, an appease from her tribulations, an intimacy and ecstacy for the soul.
does this man ever miss?! (we move like 2007 never happened)