Dolev and Dvir
A sweet little soup restaurant in Jerusalem, Israel
"You guys are personified cuteness. Each time I looked at you from across the room I went like aaawwwh! At first I was reluctant to disturb the two of you but eventually the urge to meet you and share my mind was stronger..."
How did they react?
"Oh thank you! It is rare for someone to come and compliment you randomly. Really nice! Thanks." We chatted for a bit. I learned that Dolev (on the right) studies philosophy and economics and that Dvir is about to embark on a journey to the US. A few minutes into our conversation Dolev said, "Hey Rosa, do you know what hamud means?" "No.", I answered. Dolev grinned, "Hamud means cute. That word is you!" "Aaawwh!", I laughed, "Now you made me go like that again. Thank you! That's a great word. I'll add it to my Hebrew vocab. One more question: May I take your picture?" "If you are on it, too- sure!"
How did I feel?
It started with their eyes. They burst with affection. Lots of affection. For a long time Dolev's and Dvir's glances were the only parts of their bodies to meet. Their looks mirrored more warmth and fondness than Romeo and Juliet's most tender monologues. I tried not to stare at them yet I was unable to resist looking back every now and then. For each time I turned my gaze towards them I was reminded of heavenly hours I had spent on cloud seven myself.
When one of them talked the other hung on to his every word. When one of them smiled the other seemed to sink into the look of that mouth as if its lifted corners were holding him gently. And when, finally, after what seemed like hours, one of them brought his foot to touch the other's I caught myself letting out a sigh. I realized I had been waiting for that touch as though I had been sitting on one of their chairs myself. Finally, another eternity later, their hands found each other. The whole process was like a snail's progress. Tracking the movements is impossible. They are too smooth and slow. But if you stick around you will notice a relocation over time.
No, I am not a stalker. At least I hope so. And no, neither were they the kind of couple whose public smooch smacks and dirty talk makes you want to say, "Get a room."
All they were was exceptionally cute. That's it. Sweetening the space around them their infatuation was a gift. Both of their calm, respectful gentleness shone through their movements when eating dinner, drinking wine and playing back gammon afterwards.
That picture, the two of them dwelling in their little paradise, has a page in my inner picture book called "Beautiful Moments" now. It sounds like this: