She texted him
I have never been a good illustrator,
Never have I seen a face and caught its essence on paper,
But I never aspired to be good either.
☁️ ☁️ ☁️

I’m good with words, or so I’m told.
I can be as brief or as long as I want with concepts.
But that is all they are, concepts.
☁️ ☁️ ☁️

I tried to catch your essence on paper,
As a visual artist would have done when inspired.
☁️ ☁️ ☁️

My inner child awoke,
trapped in a crowd of clouds.
A foggy experience.
☁️ ☁️ ☁️

I want to let you know how I feel at times and regret my existence every darn time.

☁️ ☁️ ☁️

There is something unique to what we share,
I did catch your essence better than I expected,
I saw what I see in a man like you, good stuff.

☁️ ☁️ ☁️

Though my drawing of you wouldn’t be considered good in any redeemable way.
It was all about seeing you through the clouds.
I’m sorry I’m not good at visualizing or seeing ahead.
I’m good with words, but you are good at things that I will never be an expert in.

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