The Artist

Lying underneath evanescent stars, he spoke softly, bringing more weight to his words. “I want to be forever in your arms, lost in hours with no break in your attention, and I could not sketch a more satisfying and lovely scene.”

With his acceptance of my verecund nature, I suddenly realized the patient faith to find my one desire was captured in that sentence. I no longer had an obfuscate picture of what I dreamed of, he was here, solider.


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