I have an artist ex who never drew me for the most part of our time together. It was weird and when he finally did after stressful nagging and pressure from me, the portraits he came up with never looked anything like me at all, unlike portraits of other girls he did which were all impressive and accurate.

One looked like a local actress and another portrait just did not look like me. I pondered this for a time and thought that maybe he doesn't really know me or appreciate me for who I am.

Towards the end of our relationship, finally, he came up with one that looked like me.

Although it was unfinished, it was something he did where finally, I can recognize myself. I can see my sadness in this. Surprisingly, I also recognized myself in another portrait he did shortly after he did my portrait of a well-known celebrity.

I guess it's his way of honoring my contribution to his life and expressing that even though he is now with someone new, he somehow missed me.