Art and love. Such abstract, yet somewhat tangible words that we've all said at least once. Yet, we all say them without much thought to the weight they carry. And take them for granted.

What is art? She defined art as the creativity of allowing yourself to make mistakes. Mistakes? Why does that word plague me so? Is it because of the events of my childhood? I say, Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art, is knowing which ones to keep. And not knowing the difference is mediocrity.

What is love? She defined love as a willingness to prioritize another's well-being or happiness above your own. Why did those words hurt me so? Is it because another, who once mattered to me said them too? I say, Love is a ruse that allures one to intense feelings of jealousy, dishonesty, unfaithfulness, and vulnerability.

However you may define art and love, Know this. This is neither a story of two hearts intertwined by the red-string of fate, nor is it one of adversity and strife which inevitably leads to happiness. No. This simply is a story of art, love, regret and chance. A story of how i met her.

You will travel the same path i travelled. See every choice i made, whether right or wrong. Hear every word i spoke, whether truth or not. Know every friend i had whether good or bad. You will travel an almost identical path to the one i did. And once you've seen it all, and come to a conclusion, do answer the question. Truly, how does one define love and art?

"There is nothing truly more artistic than two people in love" - Vincent Van Gogh.

Can I be your Picasso?