This Feeling

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

“When did you start drawing and painting?” I asked Ryan as we were lying on his bed Saturday afternoon.

“I think I was about 7 years old,” He answered.

“Does your family know about your work?” I asked, briefly looking at him then back at the ceiling.

“Nobody knows, it’s just you,” He said.

“Why don’t you share your work?” I asked.

“I shared my work with you.” He smirked.

“Come on, you know what I mean,” I said rolling my eyes.

“I don’t know. I'm not ready to let people know the story behind my drawings and paintings,” He said.

“What is the story behind them?” I asked curiously.

“It’s all sorts of things I just want to forget about, seeing that I am living a better life now,” He smiled at me.

“I can understand that,” I said intertwining our hands and holding them up. “Do you have a self-portrait?” I asked.

 “Nope,” He said turning to face me. “What about you, any special talents?”

“I don’t consider them special talents but I used to play the piano and the cello once.  I had planned to do my best and get accepted at Julliard and everything but, one day- when I was like 14-15, I decided that wasn’t for me anymore,” I said.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked.

“I don’t know yet, I’m thinking about doing something in Science,” I said.

“What senior doesn’t know her plans for college?” He asked and I shrugged.

“Have you always wanted to be a teacher?” I asked, changing the subject back to him.

“Not really. I want to hear you play one day,” He said.

“Whoa, I haven’t touched an instrument for about 3 years,” I responded.

“How long had you been doing music when you quit?” He asked.

“For approximately 9 years for cello and 10 years for the piano. It’s kind of crazy how I could play the piano at age 5,” I said.

“Don’t you think that maybe music is the way you should go? Maybe playing the piano at age 5 was sort of a way of telling you what you are good at?”

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I want to do something to benefit people, like how my parents are doctors and save lives, I want to apart of something as amazing as that,”

“But don’t you think you would still be doing that with your music? Cheering people up when they are sad or cause any emotion to surface?” He asked.

“I’ve never thought of it that way,” I confessed.

“I wanted to be an artist when I was younger. Teaching was never part of the plan,” He told me.

“Why did you do it then?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Life is a mystery,” He said kissing my forehead. “Maybe destiny made it like that so we could be together? We will never know.”

“Maybe it was fate,” I said turning to lie on my side so I could face him.

“You know I love you right?” He asked.

“Yeah, I love you too,” I said kissing his beautiful lips and pulling away to let my eyes close slightly.

“Are we taking an afternoon nap?” He asked amused by how I was struggling to keep my eyes open.