Grace And Patience

this was supposed to be a short comic a friend wanted me to make but he wants to turn it into an actual comic XDD i'm really excited for that :P so tell me what yer tinkers!! XDD

When I was younger, I was told I was an ungraceful and impatient girl. I couldn’t stop fidgeting when mother did my hair and I hated the way a ballerina tutu looked on my tall scrawny body. And instead of being like all the other girls playing with dolls and wearing pretty dresses, I much more adored playing soccer with the boys and wearing a normal pair of shorts and t-shirt. And instead of finding my dreams in a fairytale where a princess is saved by her prince, I found my imagination sucked into a story riddled with villainous twists and turns where the hero didn’t always win.

            As I grew up, I felt more relaxed being by myself instead of a group of chatty girls or rowdy boys and in grade six, I found my muse in writing poetry. I loved playing with words and coming up with new rhymes; I wrote about anything and everything. Soon after discovering my love for poetry, I quickly became absorbed in the beauty of art. In the passing years, I worked hard to improve my writing and drawing skills and before I knew it, I was in high school. The friends I had once played with in elementary had become distant and had their own group of friends. I felt alone and out of place even if they did allow me to hang out with them at lunch. That is, until he came.

            I was in my second year if high school taking advanced courses in art and English eager to graduate and explore the world and he was in his third year taking everything as it went. When he first spoke to me, he had an arrogant smile on his face and I instantly decided that I didn’t like him, but as we started talking more and more, I found we had a lot in common ranging from types of music, favoured candy, genre of movie, and the color green.  We also preferred dogs over cats, Pepsi to coke, and winter to summer. I found he was able to make a large group of friends quickly and when he made me say hi to them, they accepted me immediately. He had become my best friend in a matter of months. He was always there to hang out with and cheer me up when I had a bad day and always listened when I had something to say. He was there to share a smile, a piece of advice, and on one warm winter day, he was there to share my first kiss.

            I had fallen for him without even realizing it. In the short amount of time we had together before he headed off to college, he taught me so many things I would have never learned if I hadn’t met him. He taught me how it felt to be in love and how it felt to love. He taught me to find beauty in everything and to cherish every moment of living because you only live once, and to learn to trust. He taught me to look at my positive traits instead of focusing on the ones I didn’t like, but most importantly, he taught me to always be myself.

On the day he left me as a teacher, my best friend, and my first love, I cried harder then the day I scraped my knee when I fell off my bike as a child. It hurt more then anything I had ever experienced as I watched him drive away. It took me a long while before I was able to not cry when I thought of him and even longer before I met a new man and fell in love with him. The friends I had made when he was beside me still hung out with me and I learned to open up to others.

            But without him, my life would have been completely different; I would have still been the quiet girl sitting alone and waiting impatiently for high school to end. Thanks to him, I was able to open myself up to a world I would have never seen and because of him; I was able to find beauty in myself. Because of him, I found my own type of grace and patience.