Heartbreaking love

Sketches of Elliot

I don't remember when I stopped drawing, I think it was some time during the year Elliot was with Tate. Thinking about it now it had been such a long time since I've drawn something I might look at my old sketchbooks sometime soon.

Sketching was my passion, I loved it.

The way you could capture a moment in a drawing, show the world things in the way you see them, much different from a photo, they show how things are but a drawing shows how you see them, the shades, angles, shines ect. Drawing was my escape, I honestly wish I never stopped, Eliot always complained when I didn't draw he always said it was my thing just like music was his, it was apart of me and I shouldn't lose it.

I remember Elliot and I used to sit up in my tree house, I'd be drawing and he'd be playing video games or reading comics, depending on the day. Sometimes I'd join him with his comics and games but I was much happier just sitting and drawing.

Elliot was my main subject, I had so many drawings and sketches of him, everyone one different from the last. He was a work of art a beautiful creature, the golden glow to his eyes was my favourite thing to draw.

He was so full of life and love, I envied his views on life. He was amazing the best of the best.

Elliot and I loved the tree house it was our favourite spot to be, but when Tate took Elliot away from me my anger to the best of me and I tore it down. The memories of the tree house hurt me to much and my anger I held wanted it out of my life. I did regret doing it afterwards and when Elliot came back to me I wished more than anything that I could have gone back in time and not have torn it down, the look on his face when he saw the broken bits of wood and glass around the tree hurt my heart more than anything.

"What happened to the treehouse?" Elliot had asked. I just looked at him and shook my head, turning to head inside the house. Elliot was shocked to find out that my parents had left me he didn't think that they would ever do that, well I never thought he would leave me ether.. but everyone leaves in the end don't they?

Moving from Elliot was something else I wish I could go back in time and change, I may only be twenty now but the pain that I felt when saying goodbye to him at sixteen still pains my heart, we never got to celebrate my seventh birthday together but I didn't celebrated it anyways. Why would I celebrate on my own? My parents weren't there and Elliot never contacted me and he never did answer me when I tried contacting him. So my birthday was me sitting alone in my room with blood pouring down my wrist.

What a exciting birthday.

Now you must be thinking oh isn't this story meant to be about love? Well it is but love doesn't always happen like in the movies oh no, love can be the best or the worst thing that can happen to you, it can be love for a partner, a friend , a family member or even a stranger. Love has no boundaries and no matter what kind of love you have you can always get heartbroken.

Love always finds a way to tear you apart.