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Please, no critique or mean comments. I mean, I'm not saying I expect any of you to, but, this picture, like the person it's of, mean the world to me. This is also my first serious attempt at realism in over a year, and the last time was a disaster, so please bear with me, I might get emotional over this piece...I already am.

And please Full View or it doesn't look right.

"Torch" by Alanis Morissette"

I miss your smell,
And your style.
And your pure abiding way.
Miss your approach to life,
And your body in my bed.

Miss your take on anything,
And the music you would play.
Miss cracking up, and wrestling,
Our debriefs at end of day.

These are the things that I miss.
These are not times for the weak of heart.
These are the days of raw despondence.
And I never dreamed I would have to,
Lay down my torch for you like this.

I miss your neck, and your gait,
And your sharing what you write.
Miss you walking through the front door,
Documentaries in your hand.

Miss travelling, our travelling,
And your fun and charming friends.
Miss our baser getaways,
And to watch you love my dogs.

These are the things that I miss.
These are not times for the weak of heart.
These are the days of raw despondence.
And I never dreamed I would have to,
Lay down my torch for you like this.

One step, one prayer.
I soldier on.
Stimulating, moving on.

I miss your warmth,
And the thought,
Of us bringing up our kids.
And the part of you that walks,
With your stick-tied handkercheif.

These are the things that I miss.
These are not times for the weak of heart.
These are the days of raw despondence.
And I never dreamed I would have to,
Lay down my torch for you like this.

That song is called "Torch" by Alanis Morissette, (So remember I didn't write this,) and one I deeply associate with Aaron and me, even if it can't be applied to us one-hundred percent. I think I was teary-eyed after hearing it for the first time, just like I was while I drew this picture.

I've been scared at attempting to draw Aaron, or even Zac Hanson, because of how much they both mean to me, but Aaron...I never thought I'd feel like trying to draw him. He has to be perfect...anything less won't do, so I certainly can't do him justice...I still can't...

...But my mom suggested I try it after I showed her my last attempt at drawing a person, realistically, and failed miserably. "Maybe because you care about him so much, it'll come out better," she said. Sure he came out much better than that, but, it'll never be good enough for me.

Nothing I try to do for or about him will ever be good enough. It'll never match what he did for me.

But I'll still try my best for him.

I'll probably update this image at least once...it's an on-going project. Not saying it's finished... And I know his hair isn't perfect. I've already admitted that.

...But seriously, not a word of advice, or anything. If I wanted advice I'd ask for it. Nothing negative at all.

You all should recognize the pose. It was one of the last times I saw him last spring, and its a photo I've showed you several times. *nudges shoutboard*

...I still love you Aaron <3

~ Camillia

Description
Please, no critique or mean comments. I mean, I'm not saying I expect any of you to, but, this picture, like the person it's of, mean the world to me. This is also my first serious attempt at realism in over a year, and the last time was a disaster, so please bear with me, I might get emotional over this piece...I already am.

And please Full View or it doesn't look right.

"Torch" by Alanis Morissette"

I miss your smell,
And your style.
And your pure abiding way.
Miss your approach to life,
And your body in my bed.

Miss your take on anything,
And the music you would play.
Miss cracking up, and wrestling,
Our debriefs at end of day.

These are the things that I miss.
These are not times for the weak of heart.
These are the days of raw despondence.
And I never dreamed I would have to,
Lay down my torch for you like this.

I miss your neck, and your gait,
And your sharing what you write.
Miss you walking through the front door,
Documentaries in your hand.

Miss travelling, our travelling,
And your fun and charming friends.
Miss our baser getaways,
And to watch you love my dogs.

These are the things that I miss.
These are not times for the weak of heart.
These are the days of raw despondence.
And I never dreamed I would have to,
Lay down my torch for you like this.

One step, one prayer.
I soldier on.
Stimulating, moving on.

I miss your warmth,
And the thought,
Of us bringing up our kids.
And the part of you that walks,
With your stick-tied handkercheif.

These are the things that I miss.
These are not times for the weak of heart.
These are the days of raw despondence.
And I never dreamed I would have to,
Lay down my torch for you like this.

That song is called "Torch" by Alanis Morissette, (So remember I didn't write this,) and one I deeply associate with Aaron and me, even if it can't be applied to us one-hundred percent. I think I was teary-eyed after hearing it for the first time, just like I was while I drew this picture.

I've been scared at attempting to draw Aaron, or even Zac Hanson, because of how much they both mean to me, but Aaron...I never thought I'd feel like trying to draw him. He has to be perfect...anything less won't do, so I certainly can't do him justice...I still can't...

...But my mom suggested I try it after I showed her my last attempt at drawing a person, realistically, and failed miserably. "Maybe because you care about him so much, it'll come out better," she said. Sure he came out much better than that, but, it'll never be good enough for me.

Nothing I try to do for or about him will ever be good enough. It'll never match what he did for me.

But I'll still try my best for him.

I'll probably update this image at least once...it's an on-going project. Not saying it's finished... And I know his hair isn't perfect. I've already admitted that.

...But seriously, not a word of advice, or anything. If I wanted advice I'd ask for it. Nothing negative at all.

You all should recognize the pose. It was one of the last times I saw him last spring, and its a photo I've showed you several times. *nudges shoutboard*

...I still love you Aaron <3

~ Camillia