Love isn't patient, and kind, and humble. Love is messy, and horrible, and selfish, and bold. It's not finding your perfect half. It's the trying, and reaching, and failing. Love is being willing to ruin your good painting for the chance at a great one.

"I'll see you in a couple of years", she says as she rode her bike away. A lot of laughters, tears and pain. New challenges and feelings to be felt. What is left unsaid to be told, feelings to be touched. What's next for Paul, Ellie and Aster? What is the boldest stroke they could possible make? What bold stroke will they be risking in order to achieve that greater painting? Characters and actual plots belong to its respective owners. Contents in this story do not intend to infringe copyright in any way.