The Paintings

When Joanna was being emotional about how loving her boyfriend was towards her and how much patience he showed, he was looking through the paintings he made. It was of a boy who had some feminine features. The unruliness and mischievousness in his eyes was too mesmerising. Sighing, Alexander slowly picked up each paintings and kept them inside a big box with a bitter smile on his face.

“ Oh my love, I missed you very very much.”Alex mumbled.

“ I really missed your energetic self. The person who used to annoy me who used to make me angry. Who have the guts to call e different names. I really miss you. I really love you. I can do anything for you. I can do everything for you. I waited for you for years. I waited to see your smiling face again but I missed the energy of that smile very much.” His eyes are lonely and feels lifeless while saying all this looking at the closed box. His voice contains heart wrenching pain in them.

“ You know I feel like I am living a dream not a real life.