I wish I was a painter because I have the following ideas, which I think would best be conveyed via paint.
(1) The hugeness of a hug. Sometimes when I wrap my arms around you and you wrap yours around me everything that seemed to matter ceases to exist and all I know is you. This is assurance – love – happiness all wrapped up around me.
(2) The rigidness of my thinking at times. How painful it is to try opening my mind to new things. How terribly painful it is to admit my wrongs. To slow down. To be more considerate. I’ve spent many years rushing. Probably not really caring about the others in my life. It’s always been about me.
(3) The distance that can develop between two people who love each other. That feeling you get when you are only one cushion away, but it feels like a million miles. But never that simple. And you’re never sure which one of you is the one that is far away, so you blame it on them while trying to hard.