Intentional friends

This is an illustration of the work that goes into making romantic relationships work. The usage of "true colors" metaphor: is how scattered our perspective of our image is before it's put together.

Marry me.

Guess what I’m trying to say is … 

Getting to know you and allowing myself to fall in love with you was intentional.

Now if it’s okay with you,

I’d love to spend what’s left of my life with you.

I wish you were here for the parts you missed but it’s alright,

It leaves us with a lot of catching up to do.

I looked at the his most genuine eyes

I felt his heart, poured out but still strong enough to keep me. How refreshing.

I thought that moment was magical so in my frenetic I said yes but it was mute.

The next second I was calm … 

I looked at his most genuine eyes.

I felt his heart, poured out but still strong enough to keep me. How refreshing.

I said I can’t promise you forever, 

But for this moment, if it’s okay with you,

I’d love to use to your true colors to paint you different picture you’ll only see through my eyes when they open in the morning. 

When you are the last person I see a few seconds before I shut down at night.

I guess what I’m trying to say is … 

Let me reflect your light so you can say that you have fallen into the light.

So you want me to, marry you?

You want me stick around? Catch up? 

I want to stick around to show you all that you’ve missed on yourself.

I want you to stick around long enough for the reveal of your art piece,

At the moment please excuse the paint on my hands …

Are you ready? 

For the sleepless nights of mixing up paint for the perfect shade?

Crazy weekends of cleaning up unwanted paint spills on surfaces?

Calculations of angles,

Combining patterns,

Repainting and repainting again, and all over just to get it right?

Are you ready to fall in love with painting?

… 

He looked at me, shocked but sure when he said,

Let me buy the first set of brushes.