I saw her in Art today.
I watched her paint.
I watched her sway side to side on the petite wooden stool, while she choose from the array of colors on her palette, her brush danced across the canvas, rhythmically with the soft taps of her feet.
She felt yellow for this day.
Her tarp had swatches of yellow and mustard hues and she settled for a sunrise rising at a few random step hills.
She was simple, but was quirky and eccentric in her own way, and still on the other hand stayed humble.
And boy, did I admire that.
The warmth of sunshine replaced her aura, and she exhibited nothing but positive vibes, She was radiating in her true glory, which only deserved and needed to be treated like a queen.
I'd serve her anyday, anytime.
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merely platonic.
Random"Are you completely sure you're not Bi or something?" "No Genevieve, I'm not Bisexual,"Rolling my eyes, at the tiresome question, I sighed. "I just have a deep deep strange love for her, that's definitely not an infatuation." I smiled at her, standi...
