Dedicated to Firewithfire11

A short yet, ever longing love story, I would like to say, described so beautifully, making me picture the painter and her blush for a girl, she is growing fond of.

I couldn't imagine colours described by words, in such a beautiful way.

The way the writer tells about the paints, it makes one wondering, how cleverly it plays with our brain.

A painter, painting a girl not only with her brush.
Their small coffee dates, just to extend the period of time, they spend together. The connection they both feel, just through an eye contact, made me smile at my fullest.
The mere holding of hands, feels so lovely. The look of a lover, described gently.

The words makes one picture, how the strokes on the canvas would've really went like, with the painter painting the girl's red hair.

The ending with a kiss, makes one smile in just a few seconds.

A love of a girl for another girl described so rightly.

One can start their day, reading this with their morning coffee and after that, solely focusing on the colours around. the yellow of your cab, the blue of the sky, the grey of the road, the white painted as the zebra crossing, the green on the signal, the orange of the lit cigarette, the black of the door to your office, the red of the shirt your crush has on, and every other colour that passes by, you see it in another light.

Huge respect and appreciation to the author.
Thank you for this nice piece.

(Reading list: 3)