Holding her hand, I felt like the realism of the painting was reflected in our then embryonic relationship. And I wanted to utter those three words to...her, but even I knew better. Love couldn't be rushed. It should be savoured and nurtured. I would know when the time was right, hopefully. I knew then that I had to come to her, emotionally naked, be myself and hopefully be loved for who I was not the illusions I created.The joyful insights I got from America’s greatest realist painter that day,. "Peek-a- boo!" she laughed, as she looked out at him. "You didn't get to see much the other night, did you?" She looked straight into the camera with her impossibly blue eyes, and gave a little pout. "Aw, that's too bad!" Stepping out of the shower, she undid the last button on her blouse. She looked down at her open blouse, feigning surprise. "Oh my, look at what I've done! Now how did that happen? Well, since you wanted so badly to get a little peek..." Never taking her eyes from the camera,. More

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