Haven't felt like doing any drawing, painting or anything remotely art related lately.
My flatmate of a year just left.
He was here on his OE, only staying for a year.
He showed up with a smile and left with a tear.
He became the best friend I was too busy to have, supported me with little things like doing the dishes or having a meal ready when I got home from work.
He laughed when I made bad puns.
He shared his favorite movies with me.
He gave me a hug when I couldn't ask for one but desperately needed one.
I spent the two weeks leading up to his leaving in constant denial and good humor, and the day he left I couldn't stop myself from crying.
I look at the empty room he left behind and wonder if I'll ever meet another friend like him.
The answer of course is that there will never be another friend like him, but that doesn't mean there will never be another friendship like it.
I may be terrible at keeping in touch with people after they've left the immediate vicinity, but people can change. I suppose it's possible I might be able to keep up a friendship online, and who knows? Maybe my next flatmate will be just as amazing.