The Art She Can Admire Forever

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

                                           𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘

She is gone. no ashes, shadows, or other traces of her presence were left on the place.

I stare blankly ahead, the wind blows my hair about as I try to calm down.

It's been a week since she vanished from my life completely and it still feels like a punch in the gut every time the wind picks up at night. I want nothing more than for her to come back to me but I don't know if I'll ever see her again.

She didn't say goodbye, not in so many words.

Maybe she has another life now? A better one. I wonder where she is now.

Did she even mean what she said?

Looking upon the canvas I painted years ago, it's her.

The woman I love.

The one who gave her heart to me and made her mine. How can you give your heart to someone you've never met? And yet...how am I meant to find anyone else, much less love them? I have always thought of myself as an outlier, someone who was different from everyone else in the world. I have never felt like myself, even when I've tried the best I could to be someone I'm not.

I've always had a special place in my heart reserved only for my girl and that is all I will ever need. I've never wanted anything more than to be with her forever

She is...the art that I can admire forever