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A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.


 “Write hard and clear about what hurts.” – Ernest Hemingway


The Jade Merchant's Daughter


I enter through the main door and take a seat. Shortly after, the jade merchant's daughter walks in... wearing a cocktail dress, brunette hair laying to one side, glossy red lips, bright blue eyes, a silver neckless caressing her neck, and small silver earrings to match. I stand to greet her.


"What? What is it? You act like you've never seen me before," she says while wearing a big smile. 


After breaking free from the smile I wore, I go to her, "How long have we known each other for?" 


I continue.


"And yet, after all this time, your beauty still manages to paralyze me at times. You look... beautiful."


"Oh shush," she says, her smile noticeably grown, and color added to her face.


I continue. 


"I think it's a wonderful thing really, that my heart still sinks when I see you, even after all this time. There's something to it, don't you think? Moreso, the fact that you're so humble about your beauty just makes you even... more beautiful to me."


Through her light complexion, I see red on her face.


And what I won't forget, is the way her lips moved as I leaned in for a kiss.