A little bit of text written by myself to go with the picture:
You stroll down the street, looking for someone to fill the void, if just for one night. You see him. He's attractive - beautiful, in fact. But as you approach, you see the haunted look in his eyes - the hurt of a heart thats been broken and isn't fixed yet - may never be. And something inside you stirs, the memory of who you used to be, what you used to have. You want to go tell him to go and find that lover and fix things up or you'll regret it every day of your life. But you don't, and he doesn't, and you can see the regret already in his eyes as you pass by.