Anastasia
they say healing comes with time, I open my eyes and groan on the bed
"Who the f**k say that,"I look at the portrait of me in the room, I like myself in his painting, but this one is particularly special to me, it a picture of me smiling in my sleep, I look at peace and happy I don't feel that way anymore, Mike sent all his art to Canada expect this one, I wonder if he knows one of his art is missing, I wonder why am on half of his canvas, it's makes me happy that am always in his head, for him to always paint me.
the amazing thing is he didn't paint me in a way that is recognisable anybody seeing it will think, it a body of models ,I wonder how he paint it in a way that my hair is covering my face I must give it to him his art are really divine anybody seeing will think is a
