This weekend I purchased a new camera and decided to take it with me to Oktoberfest. As I snapped photos, my camera lens stumbled upon a couple in the crowd.
Watching the women through the lens, my finger clicked and captured a second and her face*.
Through my lens, I could see the change in her as she vacated her body, leaving behind the verbal acid spewed from the man.
I watched as this woman locked herself down on a Sunday afternoon.
I wanted to go over and stand in between them to stop it. Stop his yelling. Stop her sadness from growing. Stop her from feeling what I felt so long ago.
But I knew.
That type of interference made things worse.
Walking away. Walking away. How hard is it to know and still walk away.
*I originally had a photo of the actual couple and then decided it was time to take it down. A year was long enough to share.