Dear You
You are such a lucky man, aren't you? Being loved by a writer, a poet, and a painter. The writer wrote her characters with the image of you, the essence of you, and inspiration from you. She got her books recognized and published, and now they're all bestsellers. Immortalized by a character in her books, the memories of you with it. People from around the world will never know that it was taken as inspiration from you.
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The poet made various poems with you in mind, “like the sway of the trees, like the shine of the seas.” That's how she started each line when thinking of you, taking the beauty of nature and thinking of you with it. Etching words into paper, immortalizing you in a simple haiku or a prose. Nature breathes you, as the poet would say.
The painter paints you in elements that you like. You told her that your favourite color is green, now her watercolor palettes green hit the pan, being used so much with painting something that reminds her of you. Swirls and a man with his back to the viewer, because she painted you; she can't remember your face anymore, refusing to look at your pictures because, if she does, all the memories, good and bad, will rush back to her. The only thing she could remember is your back the day you left her.
The writer, the poet, and the painter- what a trio. What a wonder, all of them sharing the same muse. Poet, writer, painter you think they are different people, but it's all me. Who knew loving you would lead me to so many forms of art? I love you to the point of creation.
