Every stroke has a story

It's been ages since the last time I get to hold you. Found great chemistry
I felt colours and freedom streaming out the brushes, creating wonders across the blank paper.
Brushing your delicate lashes, on the rough pastures creating shadows and textures.
A sweet escape of reality. Felt that I'm running away from reality to the world of fantasy, an expression of art.

Every stroke has a story.
The friendship we built.
The Laughter we shared.
The Challenges we conquer.
The Courage to never give up.