Original Creation Date: December 2nd, 2005

And after much reservation he allowed his heart to give in. But upon waking he found the tables turned. What once had been his own absence was now the absence of the other. It had been the final evening, and to his dismay, the final farewell.

Because it seems that, at times, we only want what we can’t have, and we take that which we have for granted until it’s gone.
This picture, in my eyes, accompanies every love song every written.

Charcoal on paper, 14″ × 20″, freehand
Model: My pally, T. Navarone