There is beauty in paint

Stroke here

Stroke there

But ‘Twas not perfect yet,

For she needs portrayal in the most

Gorgeous way

Just like her.

The way the hair falls,

A curl of light

Stroke here

Stroke there

Wrong stroke

Wrong line

Slightly wrong curl

Colors too dark

Unlike her.

Tear it up

Rip

Start again

Not like her

The light falls just right

I can’t create that light

Not the grace or the

Dance

She smiles reassuringly

And I rip the canvas again

It’s a canvas torn👀

And it looks like the thorn

In my neck

I can’t think

Until I finish this

Until she likes it

Until she likes _me._

That’s when I stare into her eyes. I can’t look away, they’re so bright and beautiful. I could spend days just drawing her eyes and I’d still never quite get them right. She tilts her head curiously at me, and I am enamored in her gaze.

I put the paintbrush down and realize, all this time I was afraid of losing her, telling her story the wrong way. But I’ve been forgetting that she’s right in front of me, and that’s all that matters right now.

I realize now that I have never said a word to her.

She laughs at my staring eyes and it makes me feel warm inside.

For the first time, I smile back.

Is this what love feels like?

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You guys don’t wanna know how long this was in my drafts💀

Oh also, im gonna do something similar to what Jewelie Rain did, choose a number between 1-83 in the comments. Hopefully it’ll motivate me to finish my drafts before they breach 100-