![]() ![]() She moves her attention to another painting and I look away before she catches me staring at her. ![]() And I already know I'll call the painting More Than One. I have a feeling I may attempt it again after tonight. I tried to paint her once, but I couldn't remember enough about her to finish it. ![]() Not because of her unassuming beauty, but because it's exactly how I imagined she would look up close. Now that I'm seeing her up close, I have to force myself not to stare too hard. And even though I felt like I knew her back then, I never really got a good look at her face. I remember the sound of her laughter, her voice, her hair, even though her hair used to be a lot shorter. How could she when we never even exchanged words? I want to ask her if she remembers me, but I know she doesn't. I was so convinced that the likelihood of our paths ever crossing was minimal, I can't even remember the last time I thought about her.īut here she is, standing right in front of me. Right here, standing in my studio, staring at my art. ![]()
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