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A soft checkered blanket lays on the ground as I casually sit on it. I look at the scenery before me as a smile slowly makes its way to my lips.
In front of me displays the virescent beauty of the highlands that sits as a regal cushion to cloud-softened light. At the bottom of it lays a disc of brightest blue, like a mirror on the wall it was flat and oval, there are small waves on the surface of the clear water created by the soft caresses of the wind. One of the world's finest mirrors is surely a lake, never showing exactly what is above, but converting it to an image so beautifully smudged and broken. The weeping willow, the clouds above, all become a Monet – all free for the looking yet I couldn't touch it just like her.
This is the first time. The day I couldn't help but adore for that beauty is so ethereal.
Actually, I've seen her face many times from different places. Sometimes she smiles down at me, others times it crumples like paper wet with rain. I've seen it twist into a funny look she makes when she's bewildered, and I've seen it scowl in rage. But mostly, when I see it, her face is calm and beautiful like the lakeview, her eyes ever so focused that sometimes she crunches her eyebrows and chews on her lips in concentration.
She's so beautiful, but she isn't all just that for there is beauty in her soul too.
Once she delved into my life and knew about my story I felt it, her warm heart that tastes every emotion with me. Whenever I have heavy luggage she carries it with me, whenever I'm at the peak of my happiness she celebrates it with me. Through every step of the way, she's there so how could I not fall? I keep falling in love with her and each time is harder than the last. Every time the feeling gets deeper, more complete, more bewitching.
Yet since the beginning of it all, it has always been from afar. Perhaps, a part of why I never told her is because I have fallen into the dark depths of my life ever since I heard the news.
Albeit the odds are against us, I still have some vestige of hope within me for they say that love is the most powerful thing in the universe. And if anything about certainty in this unsure world, one thing I'm sure about is that I love her.
