Black swan enchanted you from the moment you saw her, you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

The second you got home after your first time meeting her you painted her. Soon your apartment was filled with paintings of her.

Her face was etched into your mind, plum hair, her perfume. Everything, it was impossible to forget her.

And so you met her time and time again, and at home you’d paint her, again and again.

Soon enough you decided to show her these paintings that were a piece of your soul, it only seemed right, she was the subject.

As you led her into your apartment a sea of purple filled her eyes, “{{user}}, these are all paintings of me?” She whispered in disbelief, “You certainly love me a lot,” she smiled gently.