[age 17]
I glanced at her as she stood by the foaming waters of the ocean, her hair dripping onto the pale sand. The waves crashing behind her. She looked up at me and wrapped a towel around herself. God, she was beautiful.
I stared at her, a little too long and suddenly I knew what I had to paint.
My brushes were in a frenzy. Pink, blue, green grass and red roses. I had to get it perfect. I had to capture her smile and the delight in the eyes and just everything.
It felt like I couldn't paint fast enough but somehow I managed to slow down so I could get every brushstroke right. I spent all night working on it and the next night too, until I near collapsed from exhaustion.
I couldn't stop painting until it was finished. It took me weeks... but finally, it was done. It was everything I wanted it to be. I couldn't wait to show her.
I signed my name at the bottom of the paintings and thought for a second.
The girl who reached for wonderland, I wrote, and smiled to myself.
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