One summer I finally convinced her to take a break from work and come with me to my parents' property in Yosemite. I knew of a place that had been my family's best kept secret for generations: an actual natural spring--miles away from any other human being.
It was just the two of us. Utterly alone.
And just as I suspected, it was that ineffable privacy that finally tore down the walls she built around herself.
Not many people knew her--the REAL her. She had spent years drowning herself in secrecy, manipulation, and facades so that other people would really never know who she truly was. She always kept people guessing. Even me. But I think that day I got through to her. When she smiled at me--when she gave me that REAL smile I knew.
She had decided to show her true self to me.
And she was undoubtedly the most beautiful being to walk this earth. I was overwhelmed; smothered in her radiance, and dumbstruck as to why. Why had she decided to come out to me? What was it about me that she felt that she could do this?
She ran and leapt into the water--all grace and poise. It had always surprised me how athletic she was. When she touched down in the crystal clear water, she threw herself into my arms and kissed me eagerly--passionately, and she smiled again. She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. And suddenly I had the answer to all my questions.
She let her guard down that day because she trusted me--because she loved me. She actually loved me back! HER! The girl who had never once displayed true sincerity to anyone had chosen me to be her confidant and her lover. And she was happy, truly happy to do it.
I counted myself to be the luckiest girl in the world just then.
This took me quite a while. I've been trying to stretch my artistic boundaries a little bit and decided to do a whole bunch of difficult shit at once. Drawing backgrounds, water, and dynamic poses are all things that I am historically bad at doing. I think I did okay, but if there are any pros out there, I'd appreciate some critique.