I drew this over lunch, was extremely inspired last night by MOJ (Mother of Jolene)
This is me/her/you/us.
The girl's hand is bleeding from a string cut when the balloon she's holding on so tightly got swept by the wind so suddenly it jerks away and cuts sharply on her palm.
It leaves the little girl balloon-less, injured and scraped off her innocence.
Ironically, the balloon is heart-shaped.
Does love come as suddenly and quickly and flees away instantaneously with no sign or warning?
We may never know.
But it definitely hurts when it does.
Just like the little girl.
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