You thought you are the painter.
But I know that you are the canvas itself.
I did not even go to the airport to say him the last goodbye. I could not comprehend what the fuck was happening to me. I was a little more aggressive, a little more furious all the time than before. People drifted but he did not. Still I didn't care much. I still remember last time when I was bedridden with fever and he used to call me up daily to remind of my medicines.
That night I couldn't sleep. I found myself looking at the screenshots of our last video call. The air felt dead in my room. The glow in me, the half of me or rather the whole of me had gone away.
Fate made me meet again with him after 3 years. It was not a romantic night. Rather the sky was cloudy. I could not resist and hugged him tightly ---
"I CANNOT PAINT MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU, I REALIZED IT".
He smiled with the same countenance, "YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU THINK YOU ARE THE PAINTER.
BUT I KNOW YOU ARE THE CANVAS IN ITSELF". And he always stood there again as my motivation.