First Love 🥀 I draw her the way I remember us soft as a secret, bright as a beginning. Each petal I placed was a memory unfolding, late-night whispers breathing between colors. Her eyes carry the silence we once shared, where words were shy but hearts were loud. I felt my pulse in every careful stroke, like the first time our hands almost touched. The flowers bloom the way we did sudden, fearless, unaware of endings. Even in the shadows, she glows gently, the way you once lit the quiet parts of me. Through this piece, I am loving you again not to hold you, but to remember who I was with you. Digital Art by : Sachin