The setting sun painted the sky peaches. It was very beautiful and soothing to my eyes. Day by day my love for this art has increased. I began to sip the peace I brewed in the cup. He bought it for my last birthday. The prints were already fading. A white cup with beautifully painted red hearts. Similarly, our love started fading slowly.


It all started in fifth grade. He used to tease me every moment he got. Two little enemies grew into lovers. Both of us were like each other's diaries, where anything wrongly written was not a problem. Because those mistakes were nothing, as we wrote them all with the ink of love. And now it's been 13 years. Tomorrow is our anniversary and my birthday



I bought him some fresh little...