The Art of Love

March 21, 2010
Saturday morning. Composition class.

I think that was when I first admitted it to myself: I was in love with him. It was almost unfair. I didn’t have a say in the matter at all. I had fallen for him, whether I liked it or not.

The room was filled with the beautiful noise of thirteen young composers fighting with their pianos to make music. I wanted to write something incredible for him, but I was having trouble. Nothing I composed was good enough.

I thought back to when we first met. I saw him drawing in the hallway at school — a half-finished black and white portrait that was vivid even without color. I couldn’t look away. I also wasn’t watching where I was going and collided with a tall senior. The collision made me release the composition notebook in my hand. Sheet music that I had composed flew everywhere. To my horror, he picked up a few sheets, scrutinizing the music before returning them to me. He must have thought I was some sort of freak.

I shook myself out of the memory. I had to focus on this music. Taking a deep breath, I picked up my pencil with my left hand and placed my right hand on the piano in front of me. And, to my surprise, the music came. He inspired me to find the melody in my heart, and I let it flow onto the page.

You could say I am a hopeless romantic, because I like to imagine that he can hear the music I wrote. In my mind, he thinks it is achingly beautiful and, in return, he draws my portrait.

Sometimes when I play his piece I imagine what the portrait looks like. It’s perfect.

I’ve always been able to draw anyone I want. Portraits are my forte. But for some reason, I can’t draw her. I know exactly what she looks like — yet I can’t get her portrait to look right. Every stroke is a mistake.

One day, I saw her walking down the hallway. I was trying my best not to look at her. She was frustrating me. What was different about her that was causing me strife? Sure, she was beautiful and I had no chance with her. She must have thought I was an anti-social weirdo, just sitting by myself and drawing all the time. That was a little discouraging.

But the point was that I couldn’t draw her. This was killing me.

While she was walking down the hallway that day, someone crashed into her. Her face turned horror-struck when she dropped her composition notebook and paper flew all over the hallway. I picked a few sheets up for her, gazing at them for a moment. I was reluctant to give the sheets back. I knew that the sooner I returned the music, the sooner she would be gone.

I think that was when I realized that I was in love with her. Like some sort of lovesick Romeo, I was in love with her.

After she had collected her music and left, I flipped to a new page in my sketchbook. I finally trusted myself and drew her. No mistakes this time. The right pencil strokes came to me fluidly — almost like music.

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spitfire213 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 27, 2010 at 5:01 pm
The comparison of how both of them feels and see each other is very creative. Keep up the good work!
elizabethlaura replied...
Mar. 27, 2010 at 5:17 pm
thank you :)
GoldenPencil said...
Mar. 26, 2010 at 4:51 pm

how sweet!!

it's killing me that they both love each other but neither tells the other

Lovejunkie123 said...
Mar. 26, 2010 at 4:23 pm
that was awsome but i want more.write more PLEASE
HappyAsABee said...
Mar. 25, 2010 at 8:32 pm
thats adorable, and i want it. *pouts* i tried writing something like this a few years ago, but it failed horribly. great work, and i loved it so much.
ChristianCowgirlCC said...
Mar. 24, 2010 at 11:00 pm
I liked this immensely!
elizabethlaura replied...
Mar. 25, 2010 at 4:29 pm
- thanks :)
Laughternchoclate said...
Mar. 24, 2010 at 7:46 pm
Why don't all guys sound like this? *pouts*
joywriter18 said...
Mar. 24, 2010 at 5:21 pm
kinda cliche. the beginning has promise though
deardiary said...
Mar. 24, 2010 at 4:58 pm
ooo so the tall senior was "him" ? hmm very good :)
yourfavoritemedgirl said...
Mar. 24, 2010 at 4:53 pm
I love this (:
This is soo cute!!!
~Great Job!
jessi said...
Mar. 24, 2010 at 3:07 pm
that was absolutly incredible! i was slightly confused when it switched the POVS, but im slow like that. that was super good. great work! =D
adeline59 said...
Mar. 24, 2010 at 12:20 pm
Although at times I felt that the sentences were a little choppy and all of a medium length - it sounds a bit nicer if the sentence lengths vary - I was still pleased and interested enough to read all the way through, and the ending made me go "aaaaaaaaaaaawwwww!!!!" Well done. :]
elizabethlaura replied...
Mar. 27, 2010 at 5:18 pm
thanks -- :)
Nala96 said...
Mar. 23, 2010 at 8:47 pm
Wow! I love that! That's an awesome love story!
GracieLynn said...
Mar. 23, 2010 at 2:19 pm
i can totally relate to the girl's love for music and how her love for the guy shines through her music. Never quit writing, you have a gift and you know how to speak from your heart. All i can say about this is AMAZING, truly amazing. love it=]
elizabethlaura replied...
Mar. 23, 2010 at 5:48 pm
that is so kind, thank you so much
choirchic101 said...
Mar. 22, 2010 at 10:50 pm
awww how cute. i love the guy and girl viewpoints. it was really good.
Penelope This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 22, 2010 at 8:11 pm
normally I don't like stories about romance but this one was really cute. I love how it all tied together at the end:)
elizabethlaura replied...
Mar. 22, 2010 at 8:24 pm
aw thanks!
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