Sitting here watching you draw I've never been more at peace. The way your hand moves as you stroke the paper is a delacate work of art. Your a work of art. Your antisocial self gets thrown into every peice of work you do. The way that pencil strokes a peice of you translates to the paper. Your eyes light up and a smile i never see comes across your face. Damm im so lucky to be sharing this place. To see you be yourself and do what you love. Never been the luckiest girl on earth until this very moment watching you draw. The sound of the strokes every line every picture you do lets me see the real you. God im so in love with you. I wanna stay in this moment forever and never let go. You drawing me writing. Not giving a damm enjoying each other and the love we share. How did i get here. My soul is happy with you
