A true love story for Valentines day/ Sappy but true!

A true love story:
I spend time at a coffee shop working on my art. Yes, I drag paper, pencils, and drawing board out to Starbucks and find a table and sit for hours working on my art.
I draw till my eyesight blurs, and my hand hurts.
...If you look at a small table over to my right, you will see a man. He wears a baseball cap, blue jeans, and an unpretentious shirt. He is either looking over baseball stats for his fantasy baseball league, or perusing a book.
He is very sweet........I should know, he is the love of my life. He supports my art, and never gripes about having to sit for hours at the coffee shop, but finds his own way of entertaining himself.
Love is the little things that we do for one another. Sometimes it is knowing someone believes in you, and shows it in their actions, much more than they can ever say in words. Maybe someday I will be famous for my art.........but I know deep in my heart, I am a great artist to this man, and he is my muse.
I spend time at a coffee shop working on my art. Yes, I drag paper, pencils, and drawing board out to Starbucks and find a table and sit for hours working on my art.
I draw till my eyesight blurs, and my hand hurts.
...If you look at a small table over to my right, you will see a man. He wears a baseball cap, blue jeans, and an unpretentious shirt. He is either looking over baseball stats for his fantasy baseball league, or perusing a book.
He is very sweet........I should know, he is the love of my life. He supports my art, and never gripes about having to sit for hours at the coffee shop, but finds his own way of entertaining himself.
Love is the little things that we do for one another. Sometimes it is knowing someone believes in you, and shows it in their actions, much more than they can ever say in words. Maybe someday I will be famous for my art.........but I know deep in my heart, I am a great artist to this man, and he is my muse.