the paintings he gave me still hang around the house. i can't give them away, i can't put them away, i can't do anything but give them air in my presence. i almost never keep ex infused items around, but this is different. i respect his pieces. i find them beautiful. and even though it doesn't give me the best feelings sometimes - it's okay. there was love in there, somewhere, at some point.

in case you're wondering it says I M A G I N A T I O N (our inside story thing. too long to explain) 

it's written across 3 mini canvases since it couldn't fit on just 1.