If there is one thing that you must do, it is to treat them like art. You don’t look at the sunset and tell it to “add a little bit of purple here…or take away the warm yellow…move a little to the left…” You accept the sunset for what it is. For the beauty it already has. For the movement it has. Because it’s not about looking to adjust it to what you want…it’s about feeling the warmth, the heat, the cool that it already has and taking in as much of it as you can before you lose it.
See them not as your canvas to paint on…see them as the art piece that they are choosing to share with you. See them as the poem, already written, waiting for you. See their skin as something that deserves to be kissed by more than just the sun. See their eyes containing constellations that only you can read. Let their movements spin your head around.
We never truly understand the whole complexities of art. The subtle nuances, the intentions, the process…because art takes on a life of its own- a form of its own. Let them be the poem that you could never dare to write.