I painted us with the care and diligence with which children paint a portrait of their beloved mother, putting all their childhood love ...
I drew us, as frost draws exclusive patterns on frosty glass, each curl is unique ...
I drew us how Lady Spring tries to paint the world with beautiful flowers to please everyone with beauty...
I drew us, how the dawn throws its first strokes on the early morning sky, so that people can determine the upcoming weather by the first strokes ...
I drew us, how the wind holds its breath so as not to disturb the water surface of the reflection ...
I drew us in a way that no one had ever painted before.
With a wounded soul, with a lost hope, with a pipe dream, with a sinking heart, with a throbbing pain...
It is impossible to find emotions, words, letters and punctuation marks to tell you HOW I painted us...
And so. The picture is ready. We are together.