Of pictures.

I really love art. All forms of it. Music, theater, painting, films, …. The truth is, I can’t live without art. I surrounds me in every way possible. Furthermore, I love creating. I like to create new things. I love to create whole worlds. (Just in my head, of course.)

Five years ago, I met this guy. He seemed perfect. He was handsome, funny, smart. It took me just one heartbeat to fall in love with him. And from this moment I started to paint me own picture of him. Over time I was taking parts of him I liked and then I added so many details myself. I wasn’t seeing real him anymore, I just saw the picture I created.

I loved this illusion for such a long time. In my dreams, he was perfect. And then, reality came in. I don’t understand how, but one day I was with him and I could see real him. And he was so different. He changed. He is not the guy I fell in love with. Te picture was destroyed.

The only thing I know, I must let him go, because I deserve better than this.

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