Art is subjective. Like beauty---art depends on the eyes of the beholder.
I love abstract art because it's tricky---you never really know what it means. You draw your feelings while defying all the rules. It is where the reality plays little to no part. Everything is subjective---freeing.
But above all---I love the art of love the most---unpredictable, sometimes cunning, sometimes inspirational, and sometimes destructive.
But most of the time? It feels like it completes you.
"Huh?"
"I like you," seryosong sabi n'ya at uminit ang mga pisngi ko.
His dark hair and pale skin made my heart do a somersault. I love vibrant colors---but whenever I see him, it's like the colors black and white dominate my world and it's fine with me---because I love it.
"Huh?" Gulat na tanong ko.
He rolled his eyes, impatient.
"I like you, July."
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A Cold Day In July (Young Love Series #2)
Teen FictionYoung Love Series #2: Neariah July Serrano Art is subjective. As an Arts and Design student, Neariah July Serrano has always thought that the most beautiful form of art is love---unpredictable, sometimes cunning, sometimes inspirational, and sometim...