"Art, Teagan, is not supposed to be pleasing to the eye. Art is supposed to make you feel something deep down. I know I have not known you for the longest of time, but when I saw you, for the first time, I knew there was something about you; the way you blushed, walked, talked, laughed; all of those factors took part into the reason of having to get to know you. I just had to know more, I just needed to know you. You are art Teagan, and you do indeed make me feel something." he finished. I was completely speechless and from the looks of it, he could tell I was. He bent down to the top of my head and kissed my forehead gently.
When I first encountered him, I sensed a depth to him that went beyond the surface. Little did I know then that this depth would soon give rise to a bitter reality. I held onto the hope that by writing our journey, I could ignite inspiration in many hearts and demonstrate the endurance of love, even in the face of unrequited feelings. However, it seems that my aspirations fell short.
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Our story was one of you, centered solely on you and the facets of yourself that remained hidden from your own view when you look at yourself in the mirror.
Your intense gaze left a lasting impact on my wounded heart, a memory that lingered until the very end. Farewell, my enigmatic Mr. Reeves, until our paths meet again.
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