Dear Friend,

As I am writing you this letter, the sun is setting and sea shores are watching my feet, to and fro. Not much later the sunlight will vanish and the moonlight will take over the sky.

But the funny part is that the sun will never really vanish, it will just disappears to let the moon have its own moment to shine.

How tragic it must be to always be to be so in love with each other but too different to exist side by side.

So is our friendship, my dear friend.

I am truely sorry that I couldn't be present at your painting exhibition, it wasn't possible to be there at such short notice. But I did see the pictures, and believe me I couldn't be more proud of you.

Each small detail, every stroke of colour was filled with passion, and I felt it, my friend, aside from perfection and beauty, I felt what you would've felt while painting it.

Love, emotions and imperfections.

As an artist I would say, it felt real to...