We Were Meant to Be Once upon a Time

He once loved a painter. She was sin and magic, both he couldn't control.

There were times when he'd catch her staring at him a little longer than normal people do, as if she was committing memory to every detail of his face. He remembered during her birthday she wouldn't ask for anything, no small dinner party or a lavish strong of pearls and lucky for him a man who had come to understand her deeply and climbed over her wall of thorns, all it took for her to smile was a trip to the forest where she could see the deers satisfying their thirst by the pond.

God, her hair was a mess. He would always scold her to put it up because she looked so beautiful when there were no curtains of hair in front of her face.

His painter likes the moon a lot. She would pick the lonesome moon over the promising sun without hesitation. She had this habit of rustling out of bed at two in the morning and till this day she doesn't think he had a clue about it, but he had. That she comes and wraps blankets around her and walks to the balcony barefoot to watch the moon in her every phase.

He would love to join her in those times wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and they would watch the moon together. Naked. It was the stretched definition of art. It was a flourished dream of every man.

But his lover was a painter and they weren't an ordinary couple. He knew she needed time alone. He didn't like it when she came out to the moon as if talking to her because in the morning she mourns. The moon made her feel alone.

Those moments he knew there were things about her he could never know and a dark side she would never want him to know.

For every Artist whether you are a writer, a sculptor, a musician, an actor or a graffiti artist. You will always take pain and turn it into something more than to hurt itself.

Her fingers are so graceful. It was as though they have a mind of their own. Whatever she did her fingers moved in an effortless manner that sometimes ached him. She couldn't touch him the way she did before. God, she was beautiful. It took a long time before she completely opened up to him.

But when she did. It changed him.