pictures of you

I can see you were a great artist. You once promised me a painting. You then drew me a wonderful picture of you and me. You started great but you stopped half way. It wasn't even half way, I recognized. The painting wasn't completed. In fact, it wasn't even a painting. It was more like smudges. But I recognized it anyways that it was your art.

It's been forever since I last saw that painting. But I still remember every little detail of it. The colors, the shadows, the rainbows, and the hand print you left. I wasn't trying to look for your art, that particular art. Because I know that my eyes will hurt from the cries.

But I won't stop looking for a new artist, the one who won't only promise me a painting but also teaches me a new way of looking through an art.

And you, don't stop learning how to draw a wonderful picture ever again, okay? Just don't draw it in front of me. Because honestly, I'm not great at holding things up.

Editted on May 6th 2010:
Though I used to say I'm not great at holding things up, I am not that person anymore. And never realized that I could be this strong. It's true when they say "Things that didn't kill you, make you stronger."

Keep painting and I'll be happy for you. For all of you.