She doesn’t know what she gave up

 He sketches a few irregular lines on the paper. Swiftly he drafts black streaks on the white paper I was watching this creative genius from a distance. He is an artist. I have known him since I was 9 years old but today his creation started taking the shape of a beautiful face. Quietly he was outlining the long straight black hair. The half done portrait was beautiful just like an angel.  “Who is the lucky girl, I asked?” He gives me one of his best smiles and continues working on the sketch. It felt like am being a witness to someone’s birth in slow motion. The moment was enchanting. Her eyes took the longest time. He was very patient in completing them. The eyes seemed familiar and now the portrait too. He might not have succeeded in getting his girl but he remained a gifted artist as he was before. She doesn’t know what she gave up.