It was the Fall of 2012. I was seeing the Eiffel Tower for the first time. My sister especially planned a route that offered breathtaking views of the tower as we get closer to it. While walking, I saw this young couple admiring what to me is the most romantic site. Just because it is in Paris perhaps.
As a person who loves taking photos, I am moved by random scenes of life I witness. So I see the scene, and I capture it with all of its story and beauty, fully appreciating the moment, thinking, I was meant to see and immortalize this moment and it brings me a deep sense of joy. It makes me love life more.
I would catch moments that would bring out different emotions and levels of happiness from myself. Most of them validate my appreciation for love, life, companionship, commitment and many other things.
While this photo brought out my appreciation for love and romance, feelings of loneliness and envy came out as well.
Then I realized why.
I’ve just captured a scene I was playing in my mind.
I wanted to be in that photo. With someone who means the world to me and I to him.
But right now, it is only the tower and me.
And so I wait to put a face to the character.
And so I wait.