this image reminds me of a time when neither of us could wear makeup, at any given moment we could and would just breakdown or slip up and cry it off. its easier to play it off in public without streaks of black running a trail from your eyes down your cheeks --or maybe we were just inadvertent about the frivolous details of routine things. It is not only difficult to think about makeup and surface beauty when the one you love the most is dead...its strange... i dont remember, but it's not the same.