You were the artist, the lover.
I was the canvas, the loved.
The paint was your love.
And the paint dried, meaning your love was forever there.
And it still is.
I'll make sure not to let your work wither, Mingyu.
After all, a painting is never finished, just abandoned.
You taught and showed me love.
It's time for me to add more paint to my canvas now.
It's time for me to love myself now.
YOU ARE READING
Paint~
أدب الهواةThe artist, the canvas, and the paint. - a short and angsty Mingyu ff!
