Funny how one's interpretation of art is based on their experience. When Jun first showed me this painting titled Balloon Girl by an artist I can't remember at the moment, I appreciated it for the beauty in it's simplicity. Now, after my breakup with Dante I look at it behind tear soaked eyes. I feel the little girl's loneliness, the pain of losing something you really loved. The desperateness in the vain attempt of her little arm reaching for her balloon now breaks my heart and leaves me empty in a way I didn't feel when I first looked at this.