My Art Supplies Are My Love Languages

I know it sounds silly, but I confess that when my mom bought me a set of watercolor paints for my birthday last year, I felt loved in a way nothing else can match. She doesn't get why I’m so obsessed with these stupid tubes and brushes, but to me, they're more than just supplies, they’re a gateway to my inner world where every emotion has its color and shape. I even feel guilty if I haven’t painted for days because it’s like neglecting an old friend or maybe a lover? Nah, that's too romantic for something as mundane as paint and paper, but you get what I mean. So yeah, next time someone brings me a bouquet of flowers instead of a box full of crayons or oil pastels, they might as well be talking to the wrong person.