My Adoration for Tobi.

I practically looked up to her in 5th grade.

I looked up to her in adoration because I loved her drawings.

I didn't care how creepy they seemed to others.

I didn't care how horrible of a drawer I was at that time.

How many times I had attempted to draw but failed horribly.

It's strange.

I was so horrible at drawing that I looked at my drawings right away and thought that they were awful.

I then met Tobi.

I met the person who changed my life and my drawings.

She had inspired me to draw.

I would bring in my drawings; people said they were 'good'.

I knew it wasn't true, drawing sonic characters wasn't what I considered good.

I considered good being complex details, fine lines, vibrant colors that radiated more of the mood of the drawing.

I wanted to draw at good as Tobi.

Of course though, Tobi didn't usually use color and her lines weren't fin and neat, but they told more of her life.

Colorless and smudged, thick lines.

Empty and Sad.

Now, her drawings; Colorful and creative but still with thick lines.

Tell how she was depressed, and now her life is happy and filled with love and color.

And I may be better at drawing than her now, but I still have that adoration.

Because, despite my drawing capabilities.

I 'm horrible at coloring.

She, however, is excellent at coloring.

So I still have the adoration.

And she is still better than me.

I am horrible at coloring.

She is great at it.