i once again stand in front of olivia's door, but instead of roses, i hold a blank canvas and acrylic paints in my hands.

olivia opens the door and my heart swells and i feel like i'm a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.

her beauty is endless.

i just wish she could see it.

olivia crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the door frame, her curious blue eyes analyzing the objects in my hands.

"what's this?" she asked in a somewhat quiet voice.

"i'm going to teach you how to paint!"

olivia laughed.

"cole, i appreciate it, but i can't even draw."

"you don't need to be able to draw. you just need to be able to feel."