Before meeting him, I always painted what I saw - black and white. Yet his smile, his eyes, and his dimple illuminated and brought colour into my world. I swore against using black or white anymore, only dark hues for shadows and light pastels for highlight. My new drawings became more alive with character instead of staying flat like the sketches they were. I promised myself, "As long as I have him, I won't need black or white anymore."
Today was different. Today I painted his portrait in black and white, though he looked so vibrant and alive on that hospital bed yesterday.
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In this chapter we pretend we found love but lost em to cancer
Deepest condolences and a tribute to all those who have fought a long and hard battle with cancer, if you're reading this, thank you for choosing to push on. If you're reading this and know someone who was lost to cancer, thank you for being by their side and choosing to love them even when it gets hard.
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Writing To Remember
RomanceA compilation of short stories that I write myself, hope some of this resonates with you. Some days I'm happy, some days I'm sad, some days I'm hopeful. This is a reflection of my thoughts and moods. I hope that by reading this, you feel a sense of...
