You're Not Just My Imagination - Romantic Love Story
YOU ARE NOT JUST MY IMAGINATION
Lintang Putri Negari's Work
I had no time to feel happiness. It's hard for me to get friends. I do not know why, but it's clear when I get closer, then they'll leave me. What's wrong with me?
My name is Eliana. I'm only 15 years old now. Almost a month has passed since the graduation ceremony was announced. Right now I'm preparing myself because tomorrow is my first day in high school. Not the least I expected. I just hope that when in high school one day I can get a friend. Although only one, but I certainly would feel very happy.
You're Not Just My Imagination
Here is the only place for me. The rooms that routinely make me enjoy and happy despite being sad and lonely. Every day that I regularly do in this room is to paint. Yes, painting is my passion since childhood. Because when painting, I feel like I'm in a different world. A world that does not have time to go to someone else. A world that I can come to and receive. A new world I created with my imagination.
Sunny day. The dazzling sunlight pierced my bedroom window. I think this is the right time to paint.
Now the canvas was there before me. Gradually I began to paint a vision in my mind. Scratches from the watercolors began to form a figure I had not yet known.
It did not take me long to finish this painting. Now painted on the canvas is the face of a smiling man. Long hair only shoulder length with a black color that impressed exactly with the color of his white skin.
"If this painting is real, maybe I'll make you a friend."
I kept looking at the painting. If he was born as a human, maybe he would be a very handsome man and probably would make me fall in love with him.
Suddenly it occurred to me to name her. Various moments I kept thinking and staring at the painting.
"Yes, I know!" I called after finding the name I think was right for the painting. "How about Dave? Because I always wanted to have an older brother named Dave. "I dialed while writing the name 'Dave' on the canvas.
Day and night. Do not feel the clock has shown at 09.37 pm. I'm getting sleepy. My eyes felt heavy. Before I went to sleep I hung Dave's painting on the wall so I could watch it before I went to sleep. After that, I start to close my eyes on my bed. I hope tomorrow I will not be late because tomorrow is my first day in high school.
I stand in a street. When I was ready with my uniform, I stepped into the high school building.
Suddenly someone tapped my shoulder from behind. Suddenly I was shocked and immediately looked back. But when I watch the person who taps me on the shoulder, I feel even more shocked. Do you know who I see? Himself is Dave the man who is in my painting.
"You must know me, right?" He asked with a smile. "Yes, I'm Dave. You're proven by a talented artist. "He said with a wink.
I remained speechless. Not a word came out of my mouth. Is this just an illusion? Could this be a reality? But how can he become real?
"Why? You do not like me here? "Dave's question flattened my thoughts.
"B-no ... t-but you're not ..."
"Yes, you're right, I'm just a painting. But did not you ask me to be real and be your friend? "
"Me?" My brain kept thinking and trying to digest what Dave said. What kind of a flagship can this be? This alias is magic? Is it possible for me to dream? But this is not a dream.
"Hey, do not have to think a bit, deh!" Dave said. Suddenly he grabbed my hand. "Come in! We'll be late again. "He excelled my hands and ran into the school.
Until this moment I keep thinking. How can Dave be in this world? Over and over I think this is a dream. But I feel this is too real to be a dream. But besides the hesitation, there is a feeling of happiness tucked in my heart, because only today I watch my painting can fate and say with me. Yes, God, can I hope that this is real?
Every day we are routine together. At school or school. Yes, how else? Dave it's the source of the painting I made, so every time I go home from school, we're going home to my house because Dave's house is a painting that's currently in my room.
Although he is only a painting, but I routinely feel that Dave has a heart. Everyone asks for help, then he will help the person. Sort of me who not infrequently complained to him. Maybe if someone else listens to my complaints every day, then that person will certainly get bored and leave. But not with Dave. With enthusiasm he mend
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| You're Not Just My Imagination - Romantic Love Story |
My name is Eliana. I'm only 15 years old now. Almost a month has passed since the graduation ceremony was announced. Right now I'm preparing myself because tomorrow is my first day in high school. Not the least I expected. I just hope that when in high school one day I can get a friend. Although only one, but I certainly would feel very happy.
You're Not Just My Imagination
Here is the only place for me. The rooms that routinely make me enjoy and happy despite being sad and lonely. Every day that I regularly do in this room is to paint. Yes, painting is my passion since childhood. Because when painting, I feel like I'm in a different world. A world that does not have time to go to someone else. A world that I can come to and receive. A new world I created with my imagination.
Sunny day. The dazzling sunlight pierced my bedroom window. I think this is the right time to paint.
Now the canvas was there before me. Gradually I began to paint a vision in my mind. Scratches from the watercolors began to form a figure I had not yet known.
It did not take me long to finish this painting. Now painted on the canvas is the face of a smiling man. Long hair only shoulder length with a black color that impressed exactly with the color of his white skin.
"If this painting is real, maybe I'll make you a friend."
I kept looking at the painting. If he was born as a human, maybe he would be a very handsome man and probably would make me fall in love with him.
Suddenly it occurred to me to name her. Various moments I kept thinking and staring at the painting.
"Yes, I know!" I called after finding the name I think was right for the painting. "How about Dave? Because I always wanted to have an older brother named Dave. "I dialed while writing the name 'Dave' on the canvas.
Day and night. Do not feel the clock has shown at 09.37 pm. I'm getting sleepy. My eyes felt heavy. Before I went to sleep I hung Dave's painting on the wall so I could watch it before I went to sleep. After that, I start to close my eyes on my bed. I hope tomorrow I will not be late because tomorrow is my first day in high school.
I stand in a street. When I was ready with my uniform, I stepped into the high school building.
Suddenly someone tapped my shoulder from behind. Suddenly I was shocked and immediately looked back. But when I watch the person who taps me on the shoulder, I feel even more shocked. Do you know who I see? Himself is Dave the man who is in my painting.
"You must know me, right?" He asked with a smile. "Yes, I'm Dave. You're proven by a talented artist. "He said with a wink.
I remained speechless. Not a word came out of my mouth. Is this just an illusion? Could this be a reality? But how can he become real?
"Why? You do not like me here? "Dave's question flattened my thoughts.
"B-no ... t-but you're not ..."
"Yes, you're right, I'm just a painting. But did not you ask me to be real and be your friend? "
"Me?" My brain kept thinking and trying to digest what Dave said. What kind of a flagship can this be? This alias is magic? Is it possible for me to dream? But this is not a dream.
"Hey, do not have to think a bit, deh!" Dave said. Suddenly he grabbed my hand. "Come in! We'll be late again. "He excelled my hands and ran into the school.
Until this moment I keep thinking. How can Dave be in this world? Over and over I think this is a dream. But I feel this is too real to be a dream. But besides the hesitation, there is a feeling of happiness tucked in my heart, because only today I watch my painting can fate and say with me. Yes, God, can I hope that this is real?
Every day we are routine together. At school or school. Yes, how else? Dave it's the source of the painting I made, so every time I go home from school, we're going home to my house because Dave's house is a painting that's currently in my room.
Although he is only a painting, but I routinely feel that Dave has a heart. Everyone asks for help, then he will help the person. Sort of me who not infrequently complained to him. Maybe if someone else listens to my complaints every day, then that person will certainly get bored and leave. But not with Dave. With enthusiasm he mend
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