I was on the dining area of our apartment, again, and I found myself staring at the bare white wall in front of me as if I could find an answer with the questions that kept on running on my mind these past days. And take note that it was all because of the painting that my boyfriend had done days before.
I still could not seem to process everything, and everytime that I would see the picture and the painting, I could not help but to have a goosebumps because it was really the same. Even though I tried to find something that would tell me that it was so absurd to think of something like that, after I compare the two paintings, I could not help but to think of that possibility.
That what if that lame joke that Aiden had said to me was really true? What if those s*lly ideas that she thought
