sooner or later my sketchbook had become filled with pictures of her and only her.
i absentmindedly began drawing her during class when i could care less about what my math teacher was saying.
all of them were from memory. she hadn't been my model since the day we first met.
there were some where she was smiling, some where she was looking far into the distance, some where her hair was flowing with the wind, some where she outstretched her hand out to catch cherry blossoms.
sigh
she was just so beautiful.
