An Open Letter to Someone Who Suddenly Became my Art

I am not that person who's good in drawing. Even in painting, or coloring and using some paints and pastels. I can't even draw a straighT line or a perfect circle.

I am also not indulged in the art of music, my voice shakes whenever I tried to sing a song. I am not really musically inclined, I don't know how to play any instruments like any other woman.

I am also not those typical girls who dance. I appreciate dancing like hip-hop and some modern acts. I can't even understand easily a single step when someone about to teach me.

I am not also fond of acting and portraying a character on stage. I am not comfortable with having a single scene in a particular person. Because I am too scared that I might breakdown.

Obviously, I am not really the type of girl that a man wishes to have. I am not really good in any art but if there is one thing that I am capable of. I am confident that if someone provides me a piece of paper and a pen, I can actually give an art that somehow will make you smile for no reason at all.

I am not a dancer, painter or even a singer. Just like them, I am also an artist. I am basically,  a writer. I can give you a phrase, words that probably came out of nowhere but surely, when I first get to know you, I know, deep in my heart you're really something.

I don't know where to start but when the day I get to know you, I started writing many pieces about you. At first, I really can't explain the feeling why I am able to write many articles about you but the moment I have started, to be honest, I really can't stop.

Your acts suddenly became my words, your personality turned to my sentence all of the sudden. The way you interact with other people became the topic of my paragraphs. And the way you talk to me suddenly became my poem. Seriously, what did you do to me?

I like the way you laugh and smile from ear to ear. Somehow, it became my paradise in this world that are full of agony. The way you filled laughter and tears our peaceful place became the noise of the poetries that I have made.

I like the way you turn our negative conversation into a positive outlook. Suddenly, your being optimistic change my perspective in writing. All of the pain and sorrow theme poems became cheerful one. Thanks to you, you made me smile for no reason at all.

You suddenly became my art. And I really don't know how to stop.

You became the topics of each poem I made. Each word represented you, every line became the music of my heart and each stanza suddenly one of the reasons why I don't stop writing. Because these are the things that will remind me of you.

I can't stop..
I don't want to stop..

I know I can't give you a portrait or a painting of yourself. But I can assure you that I can write a picture you wanted to have. I can turn your imaginations into words so that you can read it time to time. I can use only one pen but I can give you a thousand of words... A million of reasons for you to smile.

I cannot give you a music. But I can give you a nice song to sing. I can write all the melodies you want but don't expect me to sing. I cannot use guitars and pianos as a sword in terms of music but I can use an ink for you to have a better piece. I can give you the theme you wanted whether it is romantic or despair. I apologize again, for not being the person you wanted to have.

I cannot act like the other artist but to be honest, I am also an artist behind the scene. I can give you the most heart touching lines but don't expect me to act in front of you. For that, I apologized.

Just like what I have said, I am a person who will just watch you from afar because I am the type of person who's not good in interacting people. I am not the girl who will be at your side when your performing but I can assure you that I am that girl who will support you in every battle you encounter when the world turns their back for you.

Because I am just nothing for you... You're good in every aspect of life. But for you, I am just the girl behind the scene... I am just a writer for you.

But you know, I am not just a writer. There will be no scripts and kinds of music without me.

I don't even regret that you suddenly became my art. Even though you don't see me like an eye-catching girl, I still continue to write articles about you.

I don't know how to stop and overcome this but if there is a question I'd like to raise... That would be...

"Will  youstopme?"