I always thought love was a nightmare, always arguments and divorces,because of my last relationship he cheated. But when I sat in that coffee shop and a nice guy called James would serve me every time, I started to wonder, was love really how I thought it was? So I walked along the rocky beach with no real reason why, but there James was sitting with his notebook out sketching lightly. Wishing he was the one, his face full of emotion as he concentrated on his work.
“Hello” he said not looking up, I was shocked he knew I was here. “Hello” I replied, he placed his closed notebook beside him, and raised his eyes to mine. “do you want to know what i was drawing?” still looking at me, “sure” i nodded and sat down beside him, he flipped his notebook open and turned it towards me. So i stared back into my own eyes, my hair, my features, “me” I said a little hysterical. he flipped the page again to what was written under another portrait, “the one i’m in love with.”