She loves me. That fact I already knew before she even told me. Then one day she got the courage to confess. She told me that she loves me. and I told her that I love her too because we're friends. But I know that its not what she meant. She looked disappointed but we continue on our lives as if nothing happened.
But something changed within me. I'm starting to feel the same way she feels for me. I have decided to tell her. But when I was about to confess to her, she turns her back on me and never come back.
The once colorful canvass that we painted together was drenched with water and will never be the same as before. But I'm still hoping that one day, while I'm waiting on the upper part of the hill, sitting under the tree and colorful paints and different sizes of paintbrushes are placed neatly beside me, I'll see her walking towards me, a sweet smile on her lips, eyes sparkling with excitement and a plain canvass in her arms. Ready for a new painting session just like before. Ready for a new beginning..
~potato
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