Just the Shell

Just the Shell

 Have you ever considered looking at things for more than they are? Looking at an old bathtub rack and some peanut jars and seeing them as a shelf to hold your art supplies and tools. Looking at a painting and seeing the emotion in each stroke of the artist’s brush. Looking at a person and seeing their soul instead of just the shell. 

That’s how it feels whenever Cooper looks at me. It feels like he isn’t just looking at my eyes but looking into them and seeing more than just what I am from the outside. He tells me I’m pretty and it feels like he’s not only talking about my looks but my thoughts, my words, my whole being. I don’t know why it feels different than most everyone else, but it feels so much more genuine. Maybe it’s because he is an artist in his own way too, so he sees things from a different lens (ha) than others, much like me.

Not to mention, he is actually interested in the same things as me! Art, thrifting, photography, graphic design, books, and so much more. I have no idea how I’ve lived this long without having someone who understands what life feels like as it’s swirling around me.

I think he’s funny when he asks if I’ve grown tired of him yet. I don’t think I could if I tried. 

-ava