Art

Walking through those white empty halls felt like levitating, but the room started to fill up and get busier as the time went by, a sense of peace followed by a rush of excitement started making its way through my body reaching my fingertips, I've never felt that way. I lifted my hand slightly all of a sudden letting that overwhelmed feeling overcome all my senses, stopping myself just in time; I wasn't allowed to touch anything.

I kept walking ahead lowering my pace while trying to take bigger steps each time, I couldn't wait anymore and I was rushing, but I kept trying to hide my happiness, blaming it on my impatience of seeing the work of art we'd went there for.

As I was making my way towards the masterpiece I heard a light chuckle from behind causing me to slow down and eventually stop, looking over my shoulder I could see the real work of art, who I had the pleasure and privilege of seeing smile everyday.

I looked at him laugh at my childish actions that I knew he found amusing but also very endearing.

I focused on his forest emerald eyes that made me smile each time only because of the kindness they emanate, he was the kindest person I'd known and I was so happy to be there with him. As he was laughing I could see his dimples appear at each side of his mouth that was slightly open, revealing one of the reasons I was happy to have him in my life: his teeth. His gorgeous contagious smile that would always give me strength, I wouldn't trade all of that for the world, ever.

I caught sight of one of his curls falling down on his face, sticking to his forehead, and I resisted the impulse of brushing it away.

As if he had read my thoughts, he lifted one hand and helped himself, passing it through his hair gently; it was a habit that I adored.

After giving him a quick smile as a response I walked towards him in a fast pace and took him by the hand, jumping rapidly towards the piece we'd came to see, together.

We stopped in front of a crowd and I furrowed my brows thinking of a way of getting through, so as I led him through the mass, I felt him grip onto my waist and hold me close, when we finally made it to the 'front row' I looked up expecting to see a large painting, the masterpiece we all waited for, but when I looked up and realized that the people — except him — were backing up and slowly walking away, I turned around to see a stupendous mirror reflecting us.

The masterpiece I've waited to see for so long was also the one everyone else saw everyday when I'd hold his hand and walk those crowded streets with him.

I got lost in the forest as I turned around and looked at him, and as I was getting ready to speak, he preceded me while getting down on one knee and smiling like I've never seen him smile before, I felt the corners of my mouth lift and I didn't fight the instinct of tucking a curl behind his ear this time, I watched his lips move slowly, because everything with him happened in slow motion.

I nodded my head and felt my chest ache, I frowned as I felt a sense of confusion invading my body that replaced the happiness and excitement.

When I woke up he wasn't there, he's never been.