Aesthetic

CAMILLE COROT: FONTAINEBLEAU: OAK TREES AT BAS-BREAU

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For my day off,

I decided to sleep in.

It's extremely rare

when I get to rest for

more than eight hours.

Even though

I had this opportunity

to sleep,

I just could not drift off

to dream.

My thoughts were interrupted,

when the doorbell rang.

I was actually ecstatic

I had something to do at least.

Behind the door,

stood the magnificent Lydia.

"Hope you don't mind

I stopped by?"

Following with a light peck.

It's never a bad time.

"Charming. Oh,

I also wanted to stop by

to give you something,"

she excitedly reveals.

Reaching in her backpack,

she pulls out a poster.

"I wanted to try

to be poetically beautiful

the way you are with me.

I was walking to uni

but stopped at a little shopping plaza."

She comes closer,

slowly opening the poster.

"You're always telling me

how you love my green eyes

and compare them to Monet's

color variation in his paintings."

She successfully opens the poster

and it's a painting by Camille Corot.

"It may just be

art decor and not an original,

obviously,

but it still works."

Her tone was a mixture

of nervousness

and excitement.

It was like

she has been planning

this for awhile.

"Look at the trees.

Sure they are darker than my eyes,

but they are still green. However,"

She pauses, and

points to the ground.

"See the ground here?

There's so much brown here

and do you know what the

color reminds me of?"

She questions

and waits for a response.

Uh, dirt?

"That too,

but that's not where I was getting at.

They remind me of your eyes."

But mine will never be

as beautiful as yours.

"Not the point because

without the brown color,

the trees wouldn't have been painted.

I mean obviously,

I don't know that since I didn't paint it,

but hey I'm trying

to be poetically beautiful."

Lydia,

you don't even have to

lift a finger

to be beautiful

because you already are.

"Evan, no!

I'm trying to beat you at this,

just,

okay?"

I laugh, and

pretended to close the zipper

on my mouth.

"Thank you, continuing

since I was interrupted

by my cheeky boyfriend-"

She stops talking immediately,

but I just smirked at her.

So this,

pointing at each other,

was a relationship?

Man,

I wish I knew

but those make-out

sessions were just

misleading.

Lydia glances,

grins, then continues.

"You always talk about

how beautiful I am, but

I don't want to be

beautiful; I want to be completed."

She folds the poster,

slowly so she does not wrinkle it, but

halfway to where only the trees are shown.

"This is how I always feel, but..."

She unfolds the poster again,

and this time the whole poster is shown.

"...I want to feel like this.

So when I think of being complete,

you are the missing piece.

Did I succeed

on my attempt

to be like you?"

She puts the poster

on the table,

and walks towards me.

I pulled her in a embrace

and whispered,

I love you.

On that day,

I'd swore that I would never forget,

the beat of her heart against my chest,

the look in those green eyes that filled with desire,

the gift of knowing she loved me back,

and the fact she almost cried

when I told her those words.

"Evan, another reason I came was because,

I'm ready for that."