We didn't meet in Spring anymore.
   
I sat beside you on your bed, your hand, now thin compared to mine, rested delicately in my own. I stroked the back of your palm, and your head fell onto my shoulder, your eyes closing as you simply murmured, "Can you paint me something?"
   
So I replied.
   
"I'll paint you anything you want."
   
You replied simply.
   
"Can you paint me a future?"
   
Your words saddened me, and with a small smile I kissed the crown of your head.
   
And I replied.
   
"You'll never need a painting."
   
You had sighed and leaned more heavily upon me. And using my other hand, I pulled out a notebook and a pencil.
   
I drew our hands. I drew our hands as they held tightly yet gently to the other. I used precision when shading, not wanting to mess with the beauty.
   
What I couldn't draw though, was that wrist band.
   
I could never draw that.
   
I pulled your hand to my mouth, and kissed the back of your palm as I simply said,
   
"I love you."
   
You didn't reply — you never replied. But it didn't make me sad like it use too, because I knew you. I knew your heart, and I knew what saying those words would do to you.
   
I never pushed.
   
I only loved.

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End of part nine.

Anyway, until next time.... 🌸🌸

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BunnyBaekkiee ❤️