Westlloyd captures the essence of Valentine's Day, even in solitude. A woman, left alone on this romantic day, finds her own comfort in her body. She grins, her heart full, as she undresses, her hands exploring every inch of her skin. She's her own lover, her fingers tracing the path her partner's would take. She's a study in contrast, her body yearning for more, yet finding pleasure in her own company. A visual poem of self-love on a day meant for two.