“Zeke,” She sighed. “This looks nothing like me.” She said, pointing the portrait I had painted of her. “Yes it does, its exact right down to your freckles. I made sure it was perfect.” “But I’m nowhere near this beautiful. Never will be.” “This picture shows how I see you. Your gorgeous blue eyes that sparkle in the sunlight, to your curly brown hair, and your smile that lights up a room. You’re dazzling and you don’t even see it. What a shame that is.” Copyright © 2014 Kimberly FowlerAll Rights Reserved
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