I'm a renowed artist of today.
People, fans and supporters always swarm my exhibits and compliment my paintings, my masterpieces and such arts pieces. They leave with a content smile on their faces.
But the ballerina I love, she didn't attend even one exhibit. I waited for her. But who was I fooling? She's all tied up with a man that she told me she loves truly. I had no choice but to accept her decision.
I also wrote a lot of stories, that broke a lot of hearts. And I'm a little content that anyone can understand my story without knowing that the main characters are just a part of hopeless me, waiting for the ballerina to show up at my doorstep and tell me she loves me back.
But then again, who was I fooling? Just myself.
After receiving a text message from her husband, telling me to come over, I can't help but feel a pang of pain in my heart, squeezing it tightly as if chains surrounded my poor heart.
I replied, sure. I'll go.
And I was surprise.
