| You’re the colors in my paintings. | 🎨

You and Maloi had been friends for about ten years, and during that time, you had always liked her.

It was a field trip, and your second stop was a museum. You knew Maloi would enjoy this place; she had always loved museums.

Your admiration for Maloi had always been genuine; it was akin to Van Gogh's paintings, alive with vibrant swirls and an almost palpable intensity. Each brushstroke radiated with a raw emotion that echoed the way your heart quickened in her presence. Just as Van Gogh distilled the essence of beauty and longing into his art, she had a remarkable ability to illuminate the ordinary, turning simple moments into breathtaking experiences. In her laughter and grace, you found an enchanting depth that left you utterly spellbound, as if each glance shared was a masterpiece that deepened your appreciation for the extraordinary soul she is.

Kung ipahihiram ko nang isang araw ang mata ko, malalaman mong sapiro ang tingin ko sa’yo.

At kung ipipinta ko ang pag-ibig sa’yo, ito ay kulay na hindi pa nakita ng mata mo.