Real Love

To love is an art. Love is a masterpiece. And you are the artist.

Loving someone is like painting the most beautiful scenery in the world. Every single stroke, every technique, every dust of hope dashed through the medium -- contributes to the creation of the aesthetic you two are hoping for. It's as colorful as the unending choices of hue that'll be your light towards making it through. However, perfection never exists. No matter how careful you are, somehow, you will still spill a little. It just happens.
But in real love, you ought not to spill. Every little drop of your love's deepest shade of red is very important. Every kisses, hugs and memories must be valued. One move, one mistake, might lead to the destruction of your piece. Because a simple touch of your brush towards the canvas may leave a mark that can never be erased.. unless you are willing to discard it and start all over again.

Are you willing to start from scratch and move on? Will you be able to retrace your steps and make it even more beautiful? Or are you going to end up doing the same mistakes again?