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He daydreams, a lot. Often questioning if things were to be different.
There are times he'd caught himself imagining of the life he craves, one were he's happy, contented, and with 𝘺𝘰𝘶 .
Visualizing a grown up you, with his kids while playing in your own house.
Going to different tourist spots while creating memories,
and overall just lying there next to you in bed.
Not a day passes by that you didn't cross his mind. And not a canvas remains vacant because you were there to serve as his model.
You had given him a push to pursue Art, and here he is. A world renown Artist.
But for some reason, the painting of you today seems so hard to portray. Why was it?
Is it because the mere thought of you, alone, in pain, and worlds away from him?
How his hands seems to shake with every painting he does of you?
Is it because when he draws your glistening eyes, and warm smile, with your luxurious hair framing your face perfectly every time the wind touches your face, giving him a perfect view to admire, that he wishes himself to see the real you?
Would you have forgiven him for leaving you?
Can he still call you his?
What if you can't find him?
Many thoughts swirled inside his head as his hand trembles with the brush he's holding.
Looking at the unfinished painting of you, he can't help but let out a shaky sigh.
He misses you so much.
Tears now cascading down his face, vision blurring, he vigorously wipes it with his unoccupied hand sniffling in the process.
You wouldn't want for him to think this way.
Mind made up, he grips his brush firmly, gaze fierce as he was determined to finish his painting of you.
He would preserve the memories of him about you with art.
If it's the only way you can be remembered, then so be it.
You guys will meet again.
𝘐𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦,
the both of you would be together.
You had promise him,
and that put his mind at ease.
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-ᶠᵘᵘ
