This is a letter for my drawing abilities.

Dearest,

Where have you been? I've been thinking about you while browsing through old drawings. We used to have so much fun together. I miss you.
Is it me? Did I do something to you causing you to walk a way?
Please let me know and I'll do my everything so we can be friends again.
Sometimes I blame it all on myself.
But then again maybe this because of all the sad music I've been listening.
Sometimes I'm sure it was me who performed the break up. I thought to myself that day, nonchalantly:
"When I need you, you'll be there. It's not like I'm going to forget how to draw..."
I didn't forget but I feel so insecure.
You deserted me.
I beg you please to come back.
Meanwhile, I'll be here. Come and find me browsing through old drawings, looking at pictures unfinished, only hoping to see you again.

Forever yours,

The artist.