April 25, 2014
To my dearest,

A heart is like a blank canvas. It sits there, begging for attention. Some people see that canvas, and have to tag it. They graffiti it with mean and hurtful words. The perfection is gone, never to be seen again. Some people will come by and lift your spirits, painting over the tag, but there will always be a trace where it once was, where the white is whiter than the rest, like un-aged wine. But then there are some people who come by and see that blank canvas and think, "I should make that better." They paint an amazing painting, colorful and impermeable to graffiti, for those hurtful words will be minuscule compared to the grand scheme of things, lost in the colors of life. I hope to make your heart like that. I hope that I do and you never feel pain again. I don't even need you to paint a single flower on mine, but I want you to beautiful (which you already are) and I want you to know that.

Your secret admirer

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MotivatedWriter said...
Apr. 30, 2014 at 2:01 pm
This is really great writing! Keep it up :)
TheWhiteRoseRabbit replied...
Apr. 30, 2014 at 6:36 pm
Thank you so much for the kind words!
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