Dearest Bleu,
I saw you clearly last night, and as if it was not a dream your face, now I can clearly remember.
I know it has always been my thing to paint, even after seeing you something urged me to paint you. I will, I'll try to paint you.
If I could only do justice to your jaded, pale face.
Until again, I miss you. Find me soon.
xoxo
Raine
