Sunflowers
I just want to be one of the greats. I would like to sit down with them and have a drink. and talk about anything. I’d like for them to ask me “How are you today?" And I would answer, and we would talk. And from time to time, I'd make a portrait of one of them as a gift. They would accept it maybe, and keep it somewhere. And a man would smile at me and ask, “What are you reading today?” In which I would tell them “Shakespeare”.
The yellow house was vibrant during the summer-tide. Your father built it years ago for your mother, and as they grew older, they gifted it to you. I adored every bit of it. Whether it was the creaks of the floor or the verdant green doors. I considered it my home.
Our home.
Sitting out on that patio facing the fields, I feel the howls of wind cool me down in this humid weather. You were out there with me, writing your book as I sketched the abundant sunflowers. They were electric, flowing through the never-ending fields like waves of the sun.
I took a glance at you. You were smiling while you jotted down your novel, which intrigued me to ask,
“What’s so funny?”
You looked at me with that same smile and let out a little laugh.
“I’m writing about when I met you."
“Back in Zundert?”
“Yes, when I accidentally bumped into your brother. I remember him reeking of the old mill. We talked about writing and art. He mentioned your paintings, and how they were mostly of withering flowers”
“I remember those drawing. Feels like ages ago.”
“Why don’t you do them anymore?”
“Because life got better. I began to witness more beauty in it, and thought that its beauty should last forever.”
“And when did you come to this realization?”
“The first night we were together. When you took me up to that hill to see the stars."
I remember you looked into my eyes and told me,
"When facing a flat landscape I see nothing but eternity. Am I only the one bearing the ability to see it?".
That’s when I was reminded of the beauty in my life, and all around me. That it’s not hidden by all the horribleness of the world. As I recall our memories, I felt a rush of love from within.
I knew then that this moment was eternity’s gate. That we would never achieve heaven, but as long as we’re together it'll always feel like it.
