I find it kinda funny when people use the phrase “stole their heart” for a relationship that they enjoy. Heart stealing to me implies the sort of love where you don’t have the choice, where no matter what you try to do you can’t escape what is happening, it slowly worms its way around your soul and eventually rests in the cavity where your heart once resided. Heart stealing is not reversible, heart stealing doesn’t even need to be intentional. A person can steal your heart without knowing or meaning it and suddenly you are left pining for something that can never be actualized, nursing the hole in your chest while trying to find something, anything to fill the void.
Drawing helps me organize feelings, even if the drawings aren’t particularly good, the act of creating is what I need, if I stop then I am in real trouble