"My arms are dirty because I don't know how to use a spray can." An array of colors were everywhere, black, white, blue, red, yellow, green, you name it. The spray painted plastic tarp spread over everything in my tiny studio apartment. I stepped back and stared at my master piece and smiled. It was almost tiring using my cheek muscles because it had been a while since I had smiled. Why had I not smiled? It was a combination between his leaving and my loneliness; but somewhere between the lack of sleep and tears, I had found time to paint, or well, spray paint. I had tried something new and it felt great. Maybe that was the key to recovery from heartbreak. Jumping out, taking a chance, trying something new. I lifted the spray can and continued to spray, and once again... a smile shone big and bright across my face.
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