I’ve never had anyone cry over the artwork I gifted them being destroyed before… it’s a really weird, sad feeling. I don’t know what this is. It’s kind of flattery, kind of an “I’m not worthy of that much emotion”, and kind of just generally miserable. I didn’t think anybody could love anything that I made this much. :(
I mean, I don’t think it’s destroyed. I think it can be touched up a bit after it dries out (it went into a washing machine in a wallet) and it’ll still be just fine. I mean, Look at the year on that! “1996”. That’s not when I drew it, that’s when he and I became friends. It took a long, long time for us to break in our relationship and get it just the way we like it. Like a favourite pair of jeans. And here we are. We’re a little beat up and tattered, but we are where we wanna be.
Our friendship is wash-faded.