She couldn’t stop giggling while she was in my arms last night. I made a promise to take her to the museum to see Van Gogh’s paintings on her 27th birthday. When that day came, happiness wrote all over her face. We were walking around and admiring her favorite artist’s achievements. She told me Van Gogh’d once eaten yellow paint to raise his spirit, he believed it would make him happy and somehow the story made her fall in love with the golden colour. At that time we were standing in front of the Sunflower painting, i broke the silence with a tender kiss on her cheek. ‘I have found my yellow painting’. To us that line said louder than 3 empty words.
P/s: this one is short, I wrote this on Tumblr months ago and just want to share with y'all :) Have a nice day - Alice
YOU ARE READING
You Are An Exception
Short Storyshort story that I wrote on sleepless night. Some details are based on true story of my life, give it a shot, I won't let u down :)
