Our love is like water. It is clean, clear, and pure. I don’t want to dip in my brush with indigo paint and dirty the water. I want to keep it drinkable for when I am thirsty. For when I need it, it is there for me to drink and quench my thirst.
Dipping in that brush I’ve used to create a masterpiece is unforgivable. It is the last straw that will break the camel’s back and will forever make the water sullied and completely useless. I might as well throw the water out before I even mix in that paint.
What will I do with my brush with indigo paint? I know what I must do. I know what I want to do. I know what I am meant to do. That is let the indigo paint dry on the brush and keep it on my desk.
It shall stay there on my desk as a reminder for me of that masterpiece I once created. It shall remain there to remind me of the sin I did not commit so I could have something to cure my thirst. It shall remain there on my desk to remind anyone that comes into my room what I have done and what I am capable of doing. I am capable of destroying a paintbrush for the sake of keeping my love clean, clear, and pure.
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