Since I have not yet experienced any of the so-called love stories, I would just make one that would be my dream love story.

Now, if there is ever one thing that I could compare my story with, it would be an artwork, and here are the reasons why:

An artwork, when the artist would finally be in the mood to make one, would undergo several planning and sketching before she finally decides to put her subject on the canvas.

An artwork, when still in the process of making, would be filled with colorful paints by the soft strokes of the nylon brush, gently blending with the other colors with the use of linseed oil.

An artwork, with the use of the palette knife, could add depth with the painting itself but otherwise, could hurt itself and look horrible.

An artwork, wherein if the artist is already satisfied with the way it looked, would finally have its own beautifully antique wooden frame with the matting of my choice.

An artwork that in just one glance, we could see either how beautifully drawn it is or how the artist had murdered a once beautiful scenery. But I would gladly choose to have a beautiful artwork in display.