this is a sketchbook blog for my new graphic novel.
I have so been here. That feeling as he leaves and your heart is hanging in midair...it will fly if you give it a push, but the uncertainty keeps you from giving it your all too much. You hope he's running away because he's just too into you. He'll be back if its real and then you'll have to decide if you need to put your shoulder behind that heart or grab it quick before it runs away too. Ah, the trammels of luff.
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