"Each of our lives is like a painting and we are the master. Each day and each act can be another stroke on the canvas. If our hearts are in the right place, we will create something of beauty that will touch people's lives and be remembered."
-Robert Duncan
Last night I sat in a car with a boy and just talked. Nothing out of the usual I guess, except that I love him and I can't tell him. It is weird to become so close to someone, best friends, and than realize you care about them more than you ever thought possible. It is stupid. I don't want to feel this way, especially about him. The quote I wrote reminds me a lot of him. Everything he has painted in his life has had a great and profound affect on me. I just sit back and look at what he has created. His "art work" or 'life" has made me laugh, it has made me angry, and it has made me cry. It creates so many emotions. He has taught me a lot about myself. He has shown me my every weakness and some of my many strengths and I can't decide if I am thankful for that or not. I just know that when I am around him, it is hard. He knows I care a lot about him. I care if he is happy, I care if he is mad, I care if he is sad, I care about how he feels. Things were easier when I only cared about how I felt. I have always been aware of others feelings, but I have never tip-toed around them, and I find myself doing that for him. I tip-toe around, trying to make everything easier and smoother for him. I shouldn't. I was a lot happier before I figured out how I felt...I wish I had stayed in the dark. The only thing I can say is, he has created something of beauty and it has touched the very deepest part of my heart and I will never forget it.
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