When i looked at her lips, i remembered one thing, sweet words that she told me, ‘you are great.’ I never knew what she meant until i looked into the sky and started drawing. What came into my mind was just her lips. I didn’t know how but the words that came from her lips never stops clinging inside my small memory. Yap i was great.
Sometimes i can’t stop staring at this picture because after she told me, she left. Not because i was not good for her but because i was great. Not great to be left, but great to leave her. She was great but she left me withe her words and through my art, i took my pencil and drew her words on this paper.