Love stories are the ones with most life. I relished and thrived in heartache because it helped me breathe art. Writing, painting, whatever it may have been, love or the lack of it opened my soul to the art of creating. I never would have thought that I'd be the girl wearing her boyfriend's jeans. I never would have thought my boyfriend would be my best friend. But now as I'm here in these moments the art I'm creating is happiness and memories. Youth and life. Adventure and truth. These moments are like my boyfriend jeans, full of stories. Worn in and soft. They're real, just like the memories we're on the earth to create. And best of all they come from my freedom loving man. Plus they're crotchless.