…we come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called “best friend”. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Pencil sketch painted with coffee.
FEATURED in All things coffee
8 May 2011.
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FEATURED in Live, Love and Dream
4 November 2012.
FEATURED in Image Writing
5 November 2012.
FEATURED in The Group Gallery of Art and Photography
6 November 2012.
FEATURED in Women Painters
9 November 2012.
FEATURED in A Place to start
23 November 2012.
A mounted print