an aiming to be designer, with the soul of a writer

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William or Words To My Beloved

I wish I would know how to start this, my love. I wish I would.

I wish I had you right next to me, instead of needing to write this – that’s the truth, the actual one. The truth that holds no lie, no omission – nothing but all I’ve always hide and denied.

I miss you, William – more than words can describe. It’s been a long, long time since the last time I saw you; since the last time your smile brightened my existence just for being around; since your eyes caught mine and I felt so embarrassed I had to look away, fearing that you could notice the brightness I wasn’t allowed to avoid.

I wish I had been allowed to say how much I care for you, that I didn’t have to restrain myself every time I wanted to be in your arms.

Oh William, how I wish things could have been different – you’ve no idea of how much.

But no, I can’t stay, love, even though it breaks me into small pieces. I can’t stand the idea of giving you what I’ve got, and I wouldn’t forgive myself if I ever got to hurt you. I just can’t, William.

Of course I don’t seem to be able to forgive myself for this, for not being good enough to have you, for being broken and needing time to figure out who I am, to mend and move on.

I’m so sorry, William, so sorry. Specially because I know you’d say you’d help me to find all the answers I need, and I simply can’t take that offer. I can’t put you into the situation I’ve already handled – trying to heal someone who needs time and reflection.

Don’t even try to think I don’t love you, William. Please, don’t – I loved you since the first time you smiled at me, a long, long time ago. And that’s exactly why I don’t want to cause you pain.

Still, I miss you. And, to be honest, if I could, I’d go back in time and tell you about my feelings while you were near me, while, in a certain way, I had you. But no: one, I can’t turn back time; and two, I never told you because I was afraid to lose you.

Anyway, I ended up loosing you. And now, you’re gone without a clear reason, without a word. Now, I’m alone, missing you despite having figured out I need to be on my own to pick up the pieces and rebuilt my existence.

I never thought I’d lose you, love. Not like this. Not when I thought everything would change, that I’d feel whole again. Not when I had finally found exactly what I’ve always searched. Not when you looked at me that way and I knew, I truly knew you loved me back. Not when I tried to extend each and every single farewell. Not when I wanted to be in your arms, endlessly. Not when we had such a beautiful, tender connection.

I never thought it would end up like this, the way I’d never imagine, the non obvious way, the one I’d never saw coming closer.

We had everything to be great – if I wasn’t that broken and needed to be certain about my own choices. We had, not anymore.

At this time, I can only wish that, one day, when I’m completely aware of myself, it could be different, and we’re finally allowed to be with each other, like we truly wanted to.

In the meantime, I’ll be away.

I’ll miss you, love. Everyday. But it’s the best thing to do, and the best time to do it. I need to clear my mind. I just couldn’t delay it anymore.

First and foremost, I need to know who I am, what I want to do, where do I see myself in a few years, which are my dreams and fight for them with all I’ve got, with all my soul.

Then, I’ll feel good enough to return.


First Thoughts

Could it be even more weird if I started this with a simple hello world ? Well, I guess no.

First thing to know, I’m human. A human being with flesh and bone, with thoughts and feelings, with virtues and flaws.

So, I believe you’re curious about my nickname, aren’t you?! Despite it seems to actually be “a rose davidson” [which looks quite awkward, but that’s just my opinion], it stands for “Amy Rose Davidson”. And no, it’s not my actual name but the name I use for signing my artwork.

Uuuhh, artwork! , you’ll say. And I’ll reply: yeah, artwork. It might seem like I’m just another creature in the planet, but that’s not the truth. I actually am an artist, just like you read at the top of this blog, an aiming to be designer, with the soul of a writer. As you can deduce from that sentence, I am, currently, a design student; yet, I can’t deny the part of my being who is absolutely passionate about literature. So, I try to keep both.

Oh, and you’re definitely wondering about this blog’s title, Sketchable Paper Fold, so I’ll explain it, in a few words.

In a common, traditional writer who actually uses a typewriter [or writes in the paper, with its own hands], there’s this absolutely typical mania of crumpling the sheet of paper which contains the miswrote idea. After furiously folding, crumpling, that innocent paper, he’ll just throw it behind his back, without even looking at it. I guess you might be quite familiar with this, right?

But here is the thing: even that folded, crumpled, unusable innocent paper, is sketchable – if it is visually interesting, of course [which, most of the times, happens]. At that’s exactly the aim of this blog: you can use everything you’ve got, everything you are to create – and it doensn’t matter which type of art you use.

[Oh, and when I say you can use everything you are to create, I actually mean you MUST use everything you are to create]

Therefore, after all these explanations, I truly believe that everything is clear enough so that I can start posting regularly here, always at Sketchable Paper Fold.