The Art of Love - Series 3 [R-18] | ✔
Vicente Neil De Luna was more than just a name. He was the son of an artist whose paintings seemed to breathe, whose brushstrokes captured emotions words could never hold. She met him through colors and quiet sketches, through the soft spaces between conversations, and somehow, she fell-bago pa man niya naramdaman.
Their love was fragile, like wet paint on a canvas-vivid, intoxicating, but impossible to hold. He gave himself so fully to her that he forgot to care for himself, and she loved him enough to let him go. She let him go so he could find the man he had lost, even if it meant breaking her own heart in the process.
Now, their love exists only beneath layers of thick paint, hidden, yet impossible to erase. Every line he draws, every stroke of his brush, carries the memory of her: the warmth of her hands, the quiet safety of her presence, and the ache of a love he can never touch again.
Liechelle Kim Avery may have left his side, but she will always remain his masterpiece, his wound, his sanctuary-the love he held, the love he lost, and the love he will carry forever.
[MUST READ!!: The photos I used on the book cover are not mine and I just borrowed them. Credits to the real owner of the photo and to the person who posted this picture.]
©The cover photo is from pinterest, CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER!